It soothes the soul.
Keeps the heart,
From growing old.
A laugh can heal,
The most broken of hearts.
Even the shattered pieces join,
No longer apart.
So laugh when you can.
Laugh with a friend.
Laugh and rejoice,
Like there is no end
Write what is in your heart.
Bear your soul to the world.
Plant the ideas of happiness,
So the broken find hope.
Because no matter what they say,
Your words change lives.
Every day is a new beginning.
Every smile is one step closer.
Every laugh is release.
Each tear is the pain leaving.
Dream, Love, and be Peaceful.
For in the end, we are all judged on what’s in our heart.
Treat people how you want to be treated,
And always be truthful.
The circumstances of our lives are just that…
It is what we do about it that makes us who we are.
Free will is ours, given by God,
Leaving our decisions to lead us to another set of circumstances.
One of the officers had apparently reached the little boy’s parents. I could see his mother running to us from the car that had been parked in the middle of the road.
“David!” She screamed as she fell to the ground in front of us. The look that she had on her face was a sight that I was certain I wasn’t ever going to forget for as long as I lived. There was a certain amount of pain and horror in her eyes that seemed to be beyond my understanding.
I was locked in an uncomfortably tight embrace with her and the boy, but I did not move.
The boy’s mother finally let go and started looking at me in a way that I couldn’t completely understand. It was a half of a thank you and a half scared out of her mind look.
“It’s okay now, Momma. The man didn’t get me.” David said as he touched her hand gently.
“I know baby. I know.” she sobbed.
I made sure that he was snug in the blankets, after taking our coats off him. His mother took him and stood up, still holding on to him. The boy’s father was trying to dry the tears from his face, but he was not doing a good job of it. Every time that he would get his face clear, he would look at his son and the tears would start falling again.
Eric put his arm around me and I could feel all his tension release from his body. We had done it. We saved the boy and the man was going to jail for a very long time.
The boy’s father walked closer to us and held out his hand to Eric. He shook the man’s hand as he pulled him into a hug.
“Thank you so much for being here. I don’t know what would have happened if you guys hadn’t have been.”
The boy’s mother hugged us both and cried as she kissed each of us on the cheek, I don’t know if words could ever say how much I appreciate what you two have done for us today. You are David’s angels.
She asked for our names and phone numbers as she held out an envelope and a pen. Eric quickly jotted them down and handed it back to her. She hugged both of us one last time and said goodbye.
“Hey! Pretty Girl!” I heard the boy call to me. I was instantly aware of him and every move that he was making as he ran up to me. I hadn’t exactly noticed how small he was until now. He could not have been more than five years old at best.
I knelt down on one knee as he jumped on me and hugged me in the magnificent way that only a child could. The love I was feeling from him was amazing to me and I was suddenly feeling that I was connected to him in some way. My heart grew with love for the stranger child that had his arms and legs wrapped around me in an embrace. The strength of it was striking. So pure. So gentle, but powerful.
“Thank you for not letting that man take me.” He said, kissing my forehead and then jumping down to run back to his mother.
I grabbed my chest and without any hesitation in my body, I began to cry again. His innocence had touched my soul and I could feel love deep within myself for him.
The investigator came up to us, thanked us for answering his questions, and told us we should probably get on home.
He was right, we should. I was freezing and it felt like it was getting colder every minute. The temperature must have dropped since we came out. Maybe the wind made it feel colder, but I wasn’t so sure about all that.
The sky was unnaturally dark for this time of day. It gave me a troubled feeling. All I wanted to do was to get home. And fast. I wanted to shake away the horrid felling that I had and I was positive that I was not going to be able to do that for a very long time.
Eric pulled me close to him as we hurried to get back home. I was so cold that my body had begun to jerk. Every step I took sent dull pain through my legs. I honestly couldn’t remember a time when I had been as cold as I am now. It really gives new meaning to the phrase The cold bites .
By the time we reached my house, I noticed that every muscle in my body was stiff. I forced my legs to move the last few steps to the doorway, but I was having a hard time making them do anything. The pressure from walking on my feet was almost unbearable.
As we walked through the door, I almost cried. I was so happy to be home that I would have jumped for joy if my body would let me, but I was hardly allowing me to walk.
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I seem to be climbing a ladder with no end.
Each step that I take seems harder and more painful than the last.
Sometimes I find myself reaching a point where I think that I am actually gaining height, but as my foot steps on the next run of the ladder, it breaks under my weight and I fall back to the bottom.
Is the load of my burdens too heavy for me to carry?
How can I leave some of the baggage at the ground so I can have a chance to make it to the top?
Everything that is in the boulder of a bag that I carry on my back is important in its own way.
How do I decide which afflictions to leave behind me, never to be thought of again?
I wish I had another back to help me carry the load so that I can deal with them all, leaving nothing behind. They all are a significant part of my life and who I am now, but it is impossible for someone else to climb this ladder with me. The weight would be far too much.
In reality, the time has come for me to let go and carry only what is near and dear to me up the ladder of life.
As I start my upward journey once more, I notice that the weight pushing me down is no longer there and the steps don’t buckle under my weight.
I will continue to climb, breathing steady and keeping a persistent pace to the top.
The feeling that I get just imagining that I will make it to the top pushes me to try again.
Will I make it this time?
Giving up is not an option.
I wonder what will be there waiting for me?