I saw her little girl prancing carefree. The girl skipped across the street, joyous at the power of stopping cars with adults in them, her braids bumping up and down on her back as she tried to skip high. They stepped up to the curb at the same moment, the mother relieved in completing the rigorous, dangerous journey safely, the daughter s shoulders sagging a little at the end of her car stopping power. When things get confusing and twisted it is easy to sink into the abyss of yourself, certain of self-wallow and pity. But it is far more rewarding to search outward, and remember the big picture, and realize your part is minute, and your problems even smaller.
Perspective is Everything.
The antiseptic smell makes my heart beat out of sync, causes me to shiver. Hospitals frighten me. My own experience there does not make me enamored of them. I packed a briefcase full of favorite poems. They were to be my defense against fear.