Journey of Life
As I lie here half sitting, typing, and thinking, my mind reflects on what is important in life which is those who you care about and care about you. I have been forced recently, with my hands behind my back, to face and deal with concepts of death and dying. I met a middle-aged woman at work whose mother had passed away two weeks prior. She would cry off and on having buried her only a week ago; it was still a fresh wound. I had almost tried to turn her away because she was not in our zip code catchment area. However, by default I had to service her anyway. Now I was in a funky mood to start with but once she began to unravel and uncover her layers to me through her tears I shed those feelings. I began to no longer focus on myself, and my positive energies shifted toward encouraging her and lifting her spirits. I joked with the woman about her mother’s ways which had similarities to Madea. The woman told me it was the first time she had laughed in two weeks. Wh...