While I was busy breaking my toe, my brother in law received his PhD., my husband received a skin graft on the bottom of his foot and is in a full cast, my youngest daughter is on day 12 in a physc hospital, my addict son was kicked out of his girlfriends house, my dear friends brother was hit and killed crossing the street, another friend went out and smoked crack, my boss was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer, my husbands great aunt died....all of it happened this week......but my toe hurts.
None of them will find any relief in an ugly shoe.
Today, I will wear my ugly shoe thing and hopefully my pain will lessen enough for me to be of encouragement to those around me suffering. I can't fix everyone but I can pray for them and offer compassion and a helping hand if I'm needed. I can give love.....no matter how my toe feels.
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nothing like someone else's pain to take your mind off yourself. still, I could use an ugly shoe for my heart.
I'm so sorry, Pam. I can tell your heart is heavy. I'll be keeping you and your family in my prayers.
Prayers and love winging your way...
What a week of sorrow and pain. It is life though, isn't it? Full of turns and twists and broken thing.
Perspective is great except when a toe is involved.
Sending love and prayers your way...
What a lot to absorb in the space of a week. I cringed just reading about stubbing a broken toe. God that hurts.
That is so much going on in a short period of time! Life hurts and so do toes. Other's pain doesn't make ours less, but sometimes it allows us to be thankful. I'm glad your toe will heal. So sorry to hear about all the other things :(
You have humbled me today, Pam. Puts my worries in perspective. thanks
Oh Sister friend... You're talking to me... My foot hurts too from a work injury and after a week of coddling... I'm heading to work tomorrow armed with Ibuprofin and maybe an ugly shoe, too....
Pam I hope the toe is better by now. I found therapy a great help, just being able to say things openly without hurting others or causing misunderstandings. A therapist who was a good listener helped me listen to myself.
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