I’m not prone to silly nightmares. I am one of those adults who often wakes thrashing & screaming. Who in the dark isn’t sure what is real and what isn’t. Minor flaw, unless you sleep next to me.
I get cut off in line or on the road I figure they must have a good reason. Someone openly lies to me or steals from me I thinking there must be a reason why they need to do these things. My beloved dog was hit & killed (a few mouths back). And although I agree it is most logical the driver knew and left my dog to die in the street I FEEL the driver must have not known he hit him.
A few days ago I got pretty viciously nailed in my car by a truck running a red light. The driver fled. I was never angry, a little scared, but mostly grateful for the chance to see the kindness of a stranger. Angry just doesn’t stick to me very well. Because someone like me can’t afford it. If I was to let Angry in it would be like that elephant, it would destroy what & who I am. It would take away what I earned that summer day so long ago when I packed a bag, took my children, & left for higher ground.
When the Boy called this morning with his flight info I told him about my car and how I had almost been driving his.
Well, if that isn’t the elephant in the room I don’t know what is. I have a return to make. I have bought something I can’t afford. Here Mr. Universe is your Anger back, in-store Karma will be just fine.
Spend enough love each day for a lifetime because you never know what the next day may bring. You can never go back, only on. ~mlb
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