a post with a purpose
I met a lady. she looked like any other lady. but once i began to talk to her, she changed and became different from the rest of the ladies. As i continued to talk to her, I'm emotional. Her story of her past brings me to tears. I'll be honest and tell you that I had met her months ago but virtually. However, we had never opened our hearts like we had done that one fine evening. I remember how I sat across the table from her, trying to hold my tears back as she spoke with a soft voice. it seemed as if she was having a flashback of a certain event in her life while telling me how sad it was to have grown up the way she did. Or maybe she had a soft voice because she had just put her kids to bed and didn't want to wake them up. Either way, that night changed me. it changed the way i saw her. How long do we hold onto our past? Is it ever really possible to let go of our past? Sure, you get a degree or two, a great job, a title, a wife/husband then kids....