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My side of the story
My side of the story doesn’t matter anymore. There was a time when being understood felt urgent. When explaining every detail, defending every decision, and correcting every misunderstanding felt necessary. You wanted people to see your heart. To grasp what really happened. To validate the pain you carried. You thought if they just understood your perspective, something would feel resolved.
It’s all in the spelling ….
A teacher was taking her first golf lesson. "Is the word spelled P-U-T or P-U-T-T ?" she asked the instructor. " P-U-T-T is correct," he replied. " P-U-T means to place a thing where you want it. And P-U-T-T means a vain attempt to do the same thing." (not my original)
Female Honeybee
The Bible Does Not Say
The Greatest Wealth
Life is a gift
Life is a gift so rare, A journey that we all must share, A chance to love, to laugh, to learn, To make the most of every turn. Life is a precious thing indeed, A seed that grows, a planted seed, A chance to bloom and thrive and shine, To seize the day and make it mine. Life is a mystery, deep and wide,
Thank you
Just want to say a massive thank you to everyone involved in the fire fighting efforts. While I can be safe in my home and in my bed, that is only something I can do because of the selfless dedication of others braver than I who are out there tonight confronting the fires, often with little resources and outdated equipment. Your incredible dedication is to be admired, and so deeply appreciated by those of us whose lives and property you protect.
Like a pencil
Pencil: I'm sorry.Eraser: For what?Pencil: I'm sorry, you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it.But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself and get smaller and smaller each time.Eraser: That's true, but I don't really mind.You see, I was made to do this, I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong, even though one day I know I'll be gone.
