A few hours ago we drove back to our old cold house. Our sons endured the brut of the cold here while we were sheltered in place around our daughter’s heat pump. So today we switched places with our youngest son, so he could repair our daughter’s fallen fence and take George out for walks. Two things my old damaged body won’t let me do anymore. So at the moment, my kidney is reminding what rocks feel like in your urinary tract.
Sorry but I had to stop for a moment and surrender to the pain in my body. While feeling the pain, our Calico cat, jumped from her perch across the room to groom herself next to me. Rather she did this as a gesture of comfort or just plain selfishness on her part doesn’t matter. What’s important was the act itself. It would be so easy for me to just be a bitter man. Wrapped up in the problems around me shouting hate back at the world. And in a way, I suppose I do, do that in these little novellas that you read and that I write.
It's our attitude towards others that reflects our true intent inside. So many sprinkle words of kindness and good among those that agree. Giving only as long as they are getting back. It’s funny how people will discard you as soon as their needs are met. Looking back, I can see moments where this has happened to me. But to remain that bitter, to allow that hurt to feaster; only reinforces the lie of pain. So through whatever circumstance, give back words of reinforcement and kindness. Don’t allow the pain that grips you now overtake who you really are.
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