beautiful black lady..... i love you
one of my customers made me cry, and laugh, and thank her for her words..
she stays here every week , and ive come to see her sort or as a mother figure, when im not feeling well, she will come and sit with me and run over to the store and get cough drops or tissues, or anything really..
well tonight i asked her why she was over here all the time.... not in a mean way... and she told me that she is going to school for vocational rehabilitation, and intervention (for abused children/ adults... whomever needs someone to talk to ).... and me and her got onto this deep conversation about why there is so much pain in the world, why it is that parents are killing their children, classmates killing classmates.. and friends killing friends.. its because... no one takes the time to listen to them, and talk with them.. and that was what she was brought on this earth to do..
well we were talking about everything... and she asked me about my past (im not normally supposed to do that but i dont meet strangers, i meet friends everywhere i go) and i started telling her about my past (this woman exudes motherhood... ) and the tears started to fall.. and i mean fall.. and she sat there with me.. and just held my hand.. and told me that i have nothing to fear. that the past is the past for a reason, that it cant come back and get you, that its there to be looked on as a learning tool, and that i should use it.. instead of let it use me.. ....
this 45 year old blackwoman... i give you hugs.. only from a strangers eyes can one see whats really going on..
i think thats why she spoke with me for 45 minutes.. because my mind regressed tonight at work.. my fingernails are bitten to the quick.. and my eyes were bloodshot....
i dont usually let my past creep up.. but it does every once in a great blue moon..
its funny how our emotion is strongest when we recollect the past...
she stays here every week , and ive come to see her sort or as a mother figure, when im not feeling well, she will come and sit with me and run over to the store and get cough drops or tissues, or anything really..
well tonight i asked her why she was over here all the time.... not in a mean way... and she told me that she is going to school for vocational rehabilitation, and intervention (for abused children/ adults... whomever needs someone to talk to ).... and me and her got onto this deep conversation about why there is so much pain in the world, why it is that parents are killing their children, classmates killing classmates.. and friends killing friends.. its because... no one takes the time to listen to them, and talk with them.. and that was what she was brought on this earth to do..
well we were talking about everything... and she asked me about my past (im not normally supposed to do that but i dont meet strangers, i meet friends everywhere i go) and i started telling her about my past (this woman exudes motherhood... ) and the tears started to fall.. and i mean fall.. and she sat there with me.. and just held my hand.. and told me that i have nothing to fear. that the past is the past for a reason, that it cant come back and get you, that its there to be looked on as a learning tool, and that i should use it.. instead of let it use me.. ....
this 45 year old blackwoman... i give you hugs.. only from a strangers eyes can one see whats really going on..
i think thats why she spoke with me for 45 minutes.. because my mind regressed tonight at work.. my fingernails are bitten to the quick.. and my eyes were bloodshot....
i dont usually let my past creep up.. but it does every once in a great blue moon..
its funny how our emotion is strongest when we recollect the past...