Today I am all healed up and ready to go. After having possibly the worst month of my life, I came to the realization that it isn’t that bad. Looking at what has happened in China and Burma, it saddens me deeply to see all those people in dispare. I don’t think that I could stand there and watch them pull children from that school in China. My pain is nothing compared to those who lost their only child or both parents. The saddest part is that I heard another storm is heading toward Burma.
And all this time I have been complaining about a fractured jaw and the kidney stones that followed. I usually keep my thoughts on the world to myself, because I grew up in the type of family were there are two things you don’t discuss and they were politics and religion, it was just rude. But of course we went to church in our Sunday best with shiny shoes on and we always had on a hat.
I miss those days…. Those were the times when I didn’t realize that there was so much difference and hate in the world. I was just a small southern girl, who got all dressed up.
