Wednesday, September 24, 2008 - 14:48
Vent Away Robyn, The other day I listened to a Cher song, and the last line says:
"Don't you sometimes, wish your heart was a heart of stone"
I quiped to someone sitting next to me, " Stone? How much harder can it (heart) get??"
After witnessing group sex sessions as a child, mass spankings, humiliation of adults and children alike, overcrowding, literally cleaning up sewage, eating garbage for dinner, etc... then after leaving having my stuff stolen, identity stolen twice, getting thrown in jail, watching the sister go crazy, being bankrupt, failing college, but managing to get a degree, being in debt, back to square one, I saw with Paul the apostle--None of these things move me--and really mean it, --I still wouldn't trade my life with hardly anyone else I encounter, I am happy for every breathing moment, it makes me appreciate all I have so much more---Don't worry you will get stronger.
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