I don't know about any of you - but sometimes life feels like a movie scene. The one where you are grabbing for the swinging ladder and as you finally grasp the rungs... struggling to climb on... all of them give way and you go tumbling into space...... So this blog is not from Tinkerbell's point of view, Not just a sprinkle of fairy dust and Happy Thoughts. It's more like from a blind beggar wanting to show another blind beggar where to find bread. ↝ Stories from the journey of my life ↜ written by: Sue Leerhoff ↝ follow me on my Facebook page ↜ - Brick by Brick
Tragedy. It can bring out the worst in us, or it can bring out a strength we never knew we had. We can run from it, we can face it, we can become angry, we can find peace. Or, most likely it will be a agonizing, painful mix of everything. Loss and heartbreak do not go away on the holidays. It doesn't take vacation days. It follows you like a stray cat. Hungry, and scared. Will you befriend that part of you, or will you ignore it, hoping it leaves on its own? Let's imagine that stray cat is a tiger instead. Now how do you take care of that? I know my pain is not "unique"; someone, somewhere has gone through something similar. Yes, my exact situation is unique to me and my family. Not every scenario plays out the same, not every personality reacts the same, not every relationship has the exact connection, but the choices are always the same. What will we do with what we have now? What now? Where do we go from here? Questions demand answers, and they can d
When I was a very small, I saw my first ballet on television. I was entranced by the delightful music, graceful swaying, and delicate flying, it seemed. That must have been why I thought fairies were real. I was in awe of the beauty and surrealness of the scenery. I hoped silently that I could be able to dance like that someday. I was so excited when I saw my first pair of real ballet slippers. I fingered the lacy fringe of the pink tutu and dreamed it was mine. But my hopes were soon dashed. I should have known better to ask. My piano teacher's daughter was a ballet dancer and a tap dancer. I was already at her house, playing piano. I could have learned a few more things while I was there. But that is not the way we did things at our house. I should be ashamed to think of asking to wear such things and parade around half naked in front of people. We do not dance at our house. End of story. You can take a horse to water, but you can't make
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