I remember reading this story, several times, and thinking I'd commented on it. It's a shame I haven't because it's a dark story with a profound message...
Quote:
|
“My dear,” my mothers face paused as my wound continued to pump and blood mixed with the sweat on my chest, stomach and neck. “, no matter what you do in this world there is always emotion. You must make yourself stronger by using your heart to not only guide you but protect you. You may be hurt but removing your heart from your chest is not the way. Learn from your mistakes and your pain child, do not run from it.”
|
I was going to add much more, describing what I'd read and how it filled my heart with hope, but reading the above says it all. Kind of like Liz Taylor when a streaker ran on stage just before she was to walk on and present something. How do you follow an act like that?
Great job, Thea
Gail
