...remembering why we never spoke when we were hurt... why we went unheard even when we did speak.... because even after all of this, there are people who will still defend those who are already strong at the expense of those of us who were weak. Excuses made for evil while anger and disdain remain against innocence. Those who spoke out are the bad ones while those who lied and failed to listen still remain heroes.
But then I remember that the past is past. I recall those brave ones that precede me on both paths of my journey who have given me strength; not only for myself, but also that I might pass it along to those follow me. Thank you.
Weeping may last through the night...but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5
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Beautifully Said
Thank you, Drea.
Joani
I think I know what set you off, sweetie
And I weep with you about that situation. But you found a bit of hope to end the day with, and who can ask for more?
Thank you for sharing, sis.
Whistleblowers
Are rarely honoured for the service they perform and very often are severely censured for doing the right thing,
Joanne
Ok...so...just so you know...cause U do reaLLY
The strong are always judged against the weak because how else can they assume their rightful place among the immmortals!!! The weak, by comparison, are often relegated to tricycles and even weirder port-i-pots in which they enter holding small male sexual and excretory organs and come off, or out, with biologically functioning wholly versitile
female paraphonaila ready bleeding and set to be fertilzed at any dapper gentleman's earliest convenience. Of course if they happen to be little children around the age of thirteen or fourteen, it is most important to make our clergy, atheletic instructors, and dipper gentlemen aware so the our true immortals might partake of any bounty being offered.
As Always in LOve, Hugs, sleep deprivation and stout!!!
Brat
BTW: My personal immortal wound up with me over his shoulder attempting to return a bit of borrowed beer into his back pockets. It is most important that our personal immortals have a sence of humore...especailly when a bit tipsy.