I just found out some awful news about a friend. This person's daughter is in the hospital and might not make it, she had a terrible accident over the weekend. I got to thinking about the complaining that I have done recently about my personal crap, and thought about how lucky I truly am. I just needed to post again to help me with some of the feelings that I am experiencing right now. So forgive me for posting again, but I needed to post a poem:
Complain, I really shouldn't
About the problems I may have
I really should be grateful
And be thankful I’m alive
One tends to take for granted
The lives that we all lead
And don’t think of those around us
That maybe they do grieve
meo~7/11/05
About Me
- Molly
- I was born in Royal Oak Michigan but spent most of my childhood in Mexico City. My first language was Spanish my secondary language being English. This has turned around since I am back in the US. I don’t use Spanish as much as I used to. I was married for almost 25 years but am now divorced.
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It sometimes takes things like this to remind us of life, and how short it is. And to live each day to the fullest.
Yes, we should count the blessings, but our pain is still legit. You aren't complaining, just working through things. I see it as a process, not a bitch session.
Thank you Jana
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