I honestly don't know what is going on here and don't spend time and don't respond to these threads. But I do remember when I was almost lying in a gutter. Not pretty times for me. I have done things I am not proud of and it took me a hell of a lot to move forward from there. But I hope I have never forgotten where I was for some time and how hard it was to get the hell out of there.
I really, really want to forget those times, because they are in my past now. But they are part of my life also. I don't really remember hands stretched out to me in friendship and tentative support in the early days, but I do remember a few reluctant fingers thrown my way. Wow, were those fingers so big to me when I had nothing else to hold on to.
When someone cries for help, the least we can do is try to listen. Who gets hurt more if it does not work out? I am less of a person if I do not try. I remember.
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