I started a new job recently. It’s been a tough learning
curve. I'm tired. My family is so busy. Sometimes we don't even eat meals together. Not only that, a little black cloud has been following me around.
Cut my finger.
Ouch.
Car battery died at the mall.
Help!
Left my wallet in a public bathroom.
No!
Waking up extra early.
Yawn.
Hardly see my hubby these days.
Busy.
Head aches.
Back aches.
Brain aches.
Do you ever have those days, those weeks, where you feel as
if you are being pecked on the ankles by a pack of chickens and you just can’t
seem to get out of the coop?
Well, that is my past two weeks. Poor me. Oh, poor me.
Pretty pathetic, huh?
Today I heard that our president is considering an attack
(small, as they say, but an attack nonetheless) across the globe. It made me put my little
problems into perspective. I can just imagine how much that frightened mother
on the other side would change problems with me in a second. Not
even needing to think.
Bombing and firing.
Terror.
Empty streets.
Frightening.
Escaping to the countryside.
Help! A real need
for help!
Children crying.
Please, no!
Church burning.
Sob.
People dying.
Noooooooooooooo!
No more!
Heart aches.
Heart aches.
Heart aches.
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