Great! Loved it.
Friends seek me out when they are suffering, knowing I have been a life-mate to pain. "You understand," they tell me, "You identify." The weekend-wounded, Monday morning martyrs all find their way to my door, come to me with their sad stories, expecting me to empathize. "You know where we're at," they insist, "You've been there." They're right; I can find my way blindfolded. In fact, I often have. Just like them, I have backed myself into endless corners, raced recklessly to impale myself on blood-seeking daggers, but no more! You see, I have gotten myself a more detailed map, sharpened my sense of direction, and have a better idea of where I'm coming from. I've been there, but I've outgrown the place, finally, and now this time I want to go somewhere else. Barbara (Gregory) Pearlman |
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