Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Gift of *Touch*
For MooCow.
Once upon a time there was a sad little girl who lived in a tiny village with her brother, sister, father and evil step mother. (How evil? Evil enough to be called evil. Now shush.) Ahem... where was I? The sad little girl was expected to cook, and clean for the entire family and then do her homework. Certain grades were also expected and the punishments were severe.
The one thing the girl could safely say about growing up in that household is that she knew exactly what was expected of her and everyone left her alone. But there was no love. No hugs. No kisses. No kind words ever.
Except for one day when she was 15. The sad little girl wanted to escape for a weekend. So she called her mother. Her mother started a fight with the girls father using the girl as a go-between. The girl started crying and ran to her room.
The evil step-mother followed and sat on the girls bed and *hugged* her until the tears stopped. The girls father joined them (after yelling at the mother for a few minutes). For the first time in the sad girls memory she was being treated with kindness and affection and to this day I have never forgotten it.
Sometimes, a little *touch* is just the thing you need. Be greatful that there are people around that want to show you that kind of affection.
Once upon a time there was a sad little girl who lived in a tiny village with her brother, sister, father and evil step mother. (How evil? Evil enough to be called evil. Now shush.) Ahem... where was I? The sad little girl was expected to cook, and clean for the entire family and then do her homework. Certain grades were also expected and the punishments were severe.
The one thing the girl could safely say about growing up in that household is that she knew exactly what was expected of her and everyone left her alone. But there was no love. No hugs. No kisses. No kind words ever.
Except for one day when she was 15. The sad little girl wanted to escape for a weekend. So she called her mother. Her mother started a fight with the girls father using the girl as a go-between. The girl started crying and ran to her room.
The evil step-mother followed and sat on the girls bed and *hugged* her until the tears stopped. The girls father joined them (after yelling at the mother for a few minutes). For the first time in the sad girls memory she was being treated with kindness and affection and to this day I have never forgotten it.
Sometimes, a little *touch* is just the thing you need. Be greatful that there are people around that want to show you that kind of affection.
Dragonfly 7/20/2005 09:29:00 PM
4 Comments:
Okay okay okay. You've got a point. And what a sad yet happy story. Like a clown on fire.
I very much enjoyed the "now shush" line because I was *this close* at that point to raising my hand to ask a question. Tee hee!
I very much enjoyed the "now shush" line because I was *this close* at that point to raising my hand to ask a question. Tee hee!
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Once upon a time someone said to me, "I'll never leave YOU Teddy Bear." Somethings you never forget.
"Good times, Great Oldies"
DF you too have the touch.
Sleep well.
"Good times, Great Oldies"
DF you too have the touch.
Sleep well.
MooCow: Why does the image of a clown on fire make me giggle?
Really?
Please answer that.
Cause I can't stop...
oh my.
Teddy: Thanks.
Really?
Please answer that.
Cause I can't stop...
oh my.
Teddy: Thanks.