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From The Heart

Our friend Anne left yesterday for the rehabilitation facility. The last I heard from her, her bags were packed and she was getting to say goodbye to some of her friends. The package did not arrive yet but there will be someone at the house to get it and take it to her when it does get there. And now to the reason for this post.

From My Heart

I don’t wish to ruffle any feathers because everyone has been so very nice and positive, yet I feel the need to share a few things. Just know that the positive comments are appreciated and the emails are also wonderful to read. The thing is, what I did for Anne, I would have done for any of you as well. I don’t deserve anything other than a thank you from Anne should she feel courteous enough to do so. And, she did! She is very grateful for the outpouring of love and help from our blogging community.

What bothers me is that what I did for Anne, should be the norm. It should not be so uncommon for people to see one human help another. It really bothered me that I received so much praise for what should be commonplace. It should not be such a surprise that I showed compassion and helped a ‘stranger’. Anne is no stranger. She is just a sister of mine and yours, we have not met. We are all a part of the larger human family. It saddens me that people don’t find it within their own hearts to reach out more.

I’m not suggesting that anyone can just go help anybody in every situation. For instance if you had asked me to walk the halls of a pediatric oncology unit, I could not do that. I would cause more problems than good with the tears streaming down my face.

Life is precious. You only get one. Do things for others that you would like to have done for yourself in a time of need. Thank you all who helped encourage Anne and the nice words you had for me.

I hope you understand that this post is from the heart and is not a directed at any one person, just people in general.


(photo credit by TiaraMia)



31 Days Of Blogging Honesty: Day 27

Something I really hate about myself is…

Is also the very thing that I like about myself. I’m complex, I know but you are too. I’m a very passionate, sensual and a sexual person. All of that I like about myself. It is a positive aspect of myself and it can be seen reflected in lots of my posts.

I also hate that about myself because of how I came to be that passionate, sensual person and some of the things I have done, especially in my teen years. I’m not beating myself up for past events but if you have been following the past 26 Blogging Honesty posts, you know what I’m talking about.

To make matters worse, I hate that there is anything that I let bother me to the point where I can say I hate something about myself. Then again, I’m only human.

This coming Saturday there will be another guest post. This time it is by Saber Hodson of What Is Up With That?!? I think you will be a little caught off guard by the subject matter, but as always with Saber, it will be a great post. Saber is a friend of Morning Erection. One of her photos can be seen in the Tri-Annual Poetic License Magazine. Check out her site before June 4th and make sure you come back here on that date to read her post!

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Lost And Found

Hoarding is a horrible and debilitating disorder. Decades worth of trash can be stored in a home turning it into a dump. I’ve seen commercials for Hoarders which I believe is on the A&E channel but I have never watched it. I’ve seen enough nasty disgusting hazards watching Clean House. Between you and I, I still don’t know why I like that show. I know Niecy cracks me up but; never mind. I didn’t mean to go off topic.

In Seattle a woman went missing for four months. Her husband looked everywhere for her. The police searched the home twice and could not find her. They even used dogs to aid in the search. I’m sure the husband was initially a suspect.

Billie Jean James, a compulsive hoarder was finally found last Wednesday. She was found dead in her own home by her husband. He was mortified that not only had she died but that he had been living in the house with her corpse for so long.

She was under a pile of clothes, open food, newspapers and other junk. Can you imagine that twice the police dogs missed her rotting body? I can hear Dr. McCoy in the back of my mind, “My God Jim, I’m a doctor not a magician!” Not that that makes any sense to anyone but myself.

Tomorrow is the day! Cherlyn Cochrane is guest blogging on tomorrw. Her site, Over A Cup Of Coffee and her poetry is what initially drew me to her site. Cherlyn is my first guest blogger since Kari Cheng in June. Please make sure to come back to read her post tomorrow. Also visit her site now to see what it’s all about. It’s a great blog, especially if you like poetry.


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