This story has been making the rounds lately. It has been attributed to some people, so I don't know the exact origins, but I just had to share it:
Sometimes I just want it to stop.
Talk about COVID, looting, brutality.
I'm losing myself.
I am convinced that this “new normal” is real life.
Then I meet an 87-year-old man who talks about surviving polio, diphtheria and the Vietnam protests, and who is nevertheless enchanted by life.
He seemed surprised when I said that 2020 must be a special challenge for him.
"No," he said slowly and looked me straight in the eye. “I learned a long time ago to see the world not through the headlines in print, but through the people around me. I see the world with the knowledge that we love big. That's why I just write my own headlines:
"Husband loves his wife today."
The family drops everything to get to Grandma's bed. "
He patted my hand: "Old man makes new friend."
His words collide with my worries and free them from the leash that I was holding onto.
You float away.
I have a new spirit and a new way of writing my own headlines.
So:
Laden …
