A Little Encouragement
Well I’m back outside, after a couple of days feeling blue. So with this new found energy, I’ve decided to hit up some of my Instagram and Facebook followers, family, and friends with a little encouragement. Listen I’m a smart ass by trade. It was a coping mechanism I learned at an early age from my family. While none of my children seem to get the joke, I suppose it’s because they’re a product of the “woke” generation and not the “suck it up buttercup” generation. I suppose that’s what you get from having parents raised during the Great Depression followed by a World War.
But I’m trying my best to be encouraging. Because the world seems to have gotten a lot crazier. But I digress, for in everything we should seek a certain amount of balance. Sitting here semi-bundled up the weather is crisp but still windy for an early December day. Lisa just fed our newest stray, a disheveled calico with the temperament of a shy child. It’s another female who Lisa says isn’t pregnant. But with our luck here at the home for wayward cats, she probably is.
But much to our children’s dismay we still find room to welcome another wondering soul. I suppose that’s just the way it is for us wondering souls that don’t know any better. A kindred spirit that needs a helping hand, a little encouragement. So we do what we can do, it’s built into our DNA. To be the charity givers that go above and beyond. The ones that know hard times when they see it, because frankly they’re been there themselves.
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