In my travels, it became ever clearer to me that each of us was dealing with our own personal demons, some more then others. What separates one person from another? Their ability to deal with stress, to let go of the past and to move on. The more we allowed the flames of hell to burn in our hearts, the heavier the weight of ashes.
This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
In my travels, it became ever clearer to me that each of us was dealing with our own personal demons, some more then others. What separates one person from another? Their ability to deal with stress, to let go of the past and to move on. The more we allowed the flames of hell to burn in our hearts, the heavier the weight of ashes.
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If I held on to the past,,and the memories,,I could not have possibly raised my children and now my grandchildren.
Letting go of the familiar is difficult but you have to, or go insane.
If you forget,do you allow the abuse to continue in your life?
There is a big difference to me between living in the past and learning from it. If you let the past rule your life how will you learn from it and make the future better?
Unfortunately in many situations history repeats itself.
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