So, what you
guys do when shit gets tough? Do you
freeze, cut and run, or go through?
I’ve done
all three at different times, under different circumstances.
I think we’ve
all been given an assignment that we come up empty of thoughts, or, say,
something happens in life that comes so far out of leftfield we have no idea
how to deal, try as we might, wracking our brains to the point we shut down.
OK, confession:
if I’m going to cut and run, it’ll be when I see a gun. It doesn’t have to aimed at me, I’m out. I’ll run from a gun faster than I’ll from a
balloon. Both make me jump, but guns are
just so deafening and sharp, I can’t hang.
It started when we’d have police demonstrations inn school, and, of
course, us crips were put in the front row…yeah.
I found this
“The best
way out is always through.” That’s deep,
huh?
It’s harder
said then done. Failing’s always on that
back burner. Being judged’s always on a
back burner. For some, this is
crippling. They know they need to step
up, they know they should be able to, but just can’t make it happen. The thing is…it doesn’t go away, it’s there
waiting when whoever comes back.
Trust me
when I say I’m not preaching. After I
was bitten,
it took a bit before I didn’t freak when a stray approached us when we were
walking. That probably ties for 1st
place along side riding in the back of Dad’s truck in my chair in the dead of
night to escape a wildfire behind our house when we lived out in the country. The point: I made it through.
Whatever it
is, you can get through it.
Be good to
each other.
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