I wanted to pull up the bent over man with swollen feet who crept into my front door this morning, lay him down, cover him with my quilt near the heat and serve him something warm. I would have, I shouldn't have, I didn't.
He just left in pretty much the same condition, accept he did eat my cooking and ask me for knee rub while he hobbled in his work boots out the door dragging his head.
I did good! I didn't give in to the pathetic pitiful man he is allowing himself to become. I don't condone his workaholism, and I won't give it attention. I feel something yea, but I have to stay back, its when I get right in there with him that he develops this burst of strength to spew out of his mouth enough sh't to make me feel bad, (thats ea's spew to deal with) I have to protect myself as well as let him travel his road.
The past can't be ahead of you in the future. You don't have to figure it all out, just pick a direction. What's next...I don't know but I can't wait!
