It’s a sad fact but for most of my life, people have wanted to hurt me in one way or another.
Those people have broke me and watched me shatter into a thousand pieces and didn’t even care where all those pieces landed or if I’d ever find them all to make myself whole again.
Well, at 46, I still haven’t found all the pieces but you know what, I don’t care because those little missing parts of me have allowed me to learn some great things.
I learned to treat others how I would like to be treated. I learned patience and compassion and kindness to all no matter who they are. I learned to put others first as there will always be someone in greater need than me.
All this I suppose is called “empathy” although I don’t really care what it’s called, I’m just
glad I got it
There is a great saying…
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