“It’s hard to remember to drain the swamp, when you are up to your neck in alligators!” This is a favorite saying of one of my friends and I love to hear her say this at the time of one after another crisis coming down.
Forgive our Oklahoma crude vernacular for this is all to do with the world around which brings me back to the alligators. From all directions come the sneaky beasts who raise their heads and watch every movement as if to measure our weight and size. And if you don’t believe that just try to do bits and pieces of charitable works in the community. In only a week’s time I’ve witnessed unbelievable medical problems of such magnitude even just ten years ago none of these would have been known.
These are the hapless. Let us not even concern ourselves with the shake ups involving divorce, bankrupts, mental problems, acts of God, so on and so forth.
To feel like the ballerina who has struggled for years with training and sacrifice only to be hit by a truck minutes before her debut partially describes the despair involved when we watch the tube to see grieving people mourn the loss of life to one insane shooter.
So it is the necessary thing on this front to simply continue with draining the swamp, or better said, putting on a pot of beans, sweeping the floor, delivering flowers to a sick friend, or whatever else can be done to simply spread a balm of healing over a wound needing attention. If I dream of walking a tight wire over a chasm, well then, I’m a big girl. I can handle it and so can you my dear friend.
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