Tuesday, November 30, 2010
THE DEADLY PECK: NOT A BUSHEL OF LOVE, EITHER
There are dear people in my life who are being pecked to their very core. In the storm of the negativity my dear hearts are holding up their heads as well as possible, but it is only human to want to curl up and protect the vital parts. If we lived in a perfect world, these nice people would be appreciated, cared for and rewarded, instead of being whittled away by the "powers that be." It is extremely difficult to keep putting one foot in front of the other, complete the tasks set in front of them and put on their positive "everything is fine" face. If I had the magical powers to ease their pain, I would in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, I only have the power to provide a soft shoulder, an encouraging word, and never ending hope that the future will be brighter soon.