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Okay... So I played this game last night called Drunk Driver. Its like... You lay out 9 cards face down, then flip a card face up from the top. If its a Jack the person has to take one shot. (whatever alcholic beverage of your choice.) A Queen, two shots. King, three shots. Ace, four shots. You just keep flippin cards til there are no more or
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There is something I wanted to send to Taylor... But I am not a LiveJournal user and he don´t want to receive anonymous e-mails... bla bla bla bla
If you would be so kind and help this "reflection" or what it this to find its way... Thanks.
So, here it is:
(...they don´t even know that they don´t know... Actually... we do not know... none of us...)
To Taylor: This is a reaction to what you wrote about being bussy and not having time enough for your son etc.
Imagine that there would be a grain... a little grain of hope... the very last one...
...and you would hold this grain in your hand...
...and you would be the only one to decide if you take it or not...
But what if you also knew that to throw this grain away would mean to give it up... forever... To give up all our chances...
What would you do?
It took me a long time to find the answer to this question...
Now I know, that this little grain of hope is within me... It´s within everyone of us...
...because we all are or will be parents one day... and we will have to decide what is the most important thing for us...
IT MUST BE A GREAT FEELING TO BE A FATHER!
...to have Ezra...
...grain of hope...
...the purpose...
...the meaning...
...everything that matters...
I know you have a lot of work but don´t loose the time when your son needs you more than anything else...
Take care.
Lucy (ithaca@post.sk)
(sorry for ma English, it is not my native tongue)
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