Are you remembering? The better question is: What have you already forgot? You, Brenda Fantroy-Johnson, having found yourself amidst the ruins. The little girl lost, the one who knew nothing. The one who only wanted to lay in the grass and smell the flowers. Still like that today. Climb in a cherry tree, ride your bike in the wind. Be free. Even on the mountain, people say: Move Brenda. Perseverance. Guilt and shame does not look good on you. Like a…..
I was sharing with a group of friends recently on how we help each other because we all “get” each other. We have some of the same experiences and we all have the same basic hopes and fears. I began to think about how helping others helps me in the long run. Then, I had a different thought: How long does it take me before I realize that I am the one in need of help? I was sitting there…..