Throughout my life, I have been subject to many feelings. I’ll never forget my awe watching the huge waves of the typhoon batter the ship I was on. I wasn’t afraid at any time during the storm and was so overcome by the enormity of nature’s fury that I was prepared to witness my own drowning. I remember no fear, only awe.
No street fight I had ever fought brought fear, even when a blade was held against my neck. Instead, I felt only excitement. My focus was to do battle and damage, and when aroused, that was what I did.
While I experienced many emotions, I do not remember being frozen in fear or worse. Yet, the black cloud that enveloped me the other day was intent on overwhelming and encasing me.
During that moment, I faced the cloud and spat in its face. “Not me, not now, and not ever,” and it disappeared. I know what I faced, and I dealt with it. I have always risen to the occasion; whether I lose or win is never the issue. I have never, and will never, run from anyone or anything.
Life is taking place, and Lenette and I are mere pawns in the game. But we are still responsible for choosing how we handle what comes at us.
We face the aging process daily, and we are less able and more in need of help. Amazingly (at least to us), people are there for us. They become our eyes and ears and give such care and love that we are often emotionally overwhelmed. One cannot expect this, and yet what we are given is provided with such love. Why? Dare we ask?
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