FlamingoBlue
a simple country lawyer
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- Jun 29, 2000
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The day we are born is the day that we all have to face the prospect of death. Death is what makes life so precious. Yet, knowing this, some of us tend to treat others in ways that we, ourselves, would never tolerate. Ask yourself why that is.
I have chosen not to participate in the discussions here on the BB because I find that my participation no longer satisfies my needs. Today, after reading about SammyJo and Gretchen, I felt the need to offer a simple observation.
Hurt people, hurt people. I believe that the hurtful responses to others' pain and dispair shows the fear that prevades our thoughts and deeds. How much does it take to lend comfort to those in need? Sometimes, all it takes is a simple expression of loving kindness.
As I read through the threads authored by S.J. and G.R., I saw the best and the worst that we have to offer each other. Take a few moments to read the threads and you will see what I mean.
I have spent the last eight years trying to become a more caring and loving person. Considering the fact that I was fucked up to the max, it has been the most difficult challenge that I have ever faced. But it has also been the most rewarding.
Death has helped me to understand that life is finite. Death has directed me towards a kinder and more loving life.
I have a friend who is dying. He tells me that his "friends" are very uncomfortable around him because of his condition. I believe that is because they are afraid of death, and life, as well. He has asked me why I act differently than they do and I responded that I am not afraid, anymore. I have also told him that I love him. He is just beginning to understand what I mean.
The next time you decide to say or do something, think about the fact that it could be the last thing that you might ever do or say. Think about how you would like to be remembered.
blue
I have chosen not to participate in the discussions here on the BB because I find that my participation no longer satisfies my needs. Today, after reading about SammyJo and Gretchen, I felt the need to offer a simple observation.
Hurt people, hurt people. I believe that the hurtful responses to others' pain and dispair shows the fear that prevades our thoughts and deeds. How much does it take to lend comfort to those in need? Sometimes, all it takes is a simple expression of loving kindness.
As I read through the threads authored by S.J. and G.R., I saw the best and the worst that we have to offer each other. Take a few moments to read the threads and you will see what I mean.
I have spent the last eight years trying to become a more caring and loving person. Considering the fact that I was fucked up to the max, it has been the most difficult challenge that I have ever faced. But it has also been the most rewarding.
Death has helped me to understand that life is finite. Death has directed me towards a kinder and more loving life.
I have a friend who is dying. He tells me that his "friends" are very uncomfortable around him because of his condition. I believe that is because they are afraid of death, and life, as well. He has asked me why I act differently than they do and I responded that I am not afraid, anymore. I have also told him that I love him. He is just beginning to understand what I mean.
The next time you decide to say or do something, think about the fact that it could be the last thing that you might ever do or say. Think about how you would like to be remembered.
blue
