Saturday, November 24, 2012
Sometimes we forget. We go though our lives, struggling to stay above water. Sometimes we're ok. The stuggle is less. But other times we fall, we fail. We tread molassas. Hope is a pinpoint of light in the distance. We are helpless and alone. And then, someone is there. Offering a hand. Pulling us up out of the mire. The pinpoint of light is suddenly a bright shining day. Everything is Ok. We are ok. And the work of living life continues.
Thanks Mom and Dad. Thanks for the bright shining day, the helping hand.