Today I sat on my bedroom floor listening to my voice mails, after being informed that my voice box was filled and that I had to delete old messages to make room for "new" ones.
what I doubt Verizon will ever understand, is that those very messages i refuse to delete are the messages that still bring tears to my eyes, make me laugh maybe both at the same time.
See. I can't always answer my phone but my mother can leave my a tear filled message telling me she misses me, as many times as she wants and I will never delete that.
I once told someone I was ashamed of the actress I played in my own life.
The reality that sometimes, we just want to break down and cry...isn't truly as accepted as many think it is.
I watched an old school teacher today at work simply buy a little mood ring for one of her old students, and tears filled my eyes, because this woman knew nothing about this woman's life knew not a single think about what she was going through, but just the kind jester of getting her a little thing free of attachment free of guilt. A gift.
I wish I could say that I never once lost my cool with a stranger, and that everyone I came in contact with I was nice too, simply because I don't KNOW what they are up against I don't know what they are fighting.
But there are days when I am fighting and they are fighting and are battles, start fighting one another.
I am far from perfect. But today I want to hug a stranger because they need it.
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