At Three...Stop...Right?

Have you read the 'About Me' on my blog?

I am a sum of my parts.

My parts are my people.

And right now, some of my people are hurting so bad.  Or is it badly?  I don't know.  My english major daughter would know.  I honestly don't care.  Because not only are they hurting, they're going through their own hells and I just want to fix it.

And I cannot.

But 'they' say that bad things come in threes.

Enough people believe 'them'...whomever 'they' might be.  I often hear people counting deaths: "that's one...that's two..."  You know, I'm sure you heard it also.

This is difficult.  My heart isn't on my sleeve, it's out there in the world...with my people...

And all I can do is pray.

Because at some point, I will eventually run out of tears, right?

I know...not true...not with the amounts of water that this chickie drinks...

So I'll pray, call the temple, and try to put good things around me...

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