Today I told the truth to three people. One was easy. We've skirted these issues before and I think I scared her. She told her child to pray for me. I appreciate the gesture. I wish I had her faith that it would do any good. Of course, what do I know from the good of God? Or god for that matter?
The other two I told outside class. Of course I cried, but only a teeny little bit. By this time I can control that sometimes. These decisions are so painful and full of grief. I was surprised that their reaction was so mild. But I always overestimate my impact. Ah, well.
The other two I told outside class. Of course I cried, but only a teeny little bit. By this time I can control that sometimes. These decisions are so painful and full of grief. I was surprised that their reaction was so mild. But I always overestimate my impact. Ah, well.
I had come out of the rest room and saw that I had dropped a red pain capsule on the floor. Those are expensive and I knew I'd need it later. One of the ladies said, "Here, let me get that." And I let her. In our conversation a few minutes later she asked me if I had "one of those grabber things"
and observed that I wouldn't have been able to pick up the pill. I told her that I probably could have. But it would have hurt like hell and taken a really long time. That was the truth, too, but I still thanked her for her help.
That, however, is not the TRUTH to which I am referring in the first paragraph. I'm not brave enough to post that quite yet.
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