Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Of the sick
I have met a lot of ill people. I have been ill almost my whole life. I think that is why I see life, people, animals, things, differently then my friends. I don't want anything to go away, I am attached to everything I end up caring for. But why is that? I think it is the fact that we are afraid to be alone. We are afraid of not caring enough and things will disappear, run away, or just turn their backs. It seems that people who are sick end up being the most helpful and most caring, if they are not full of themselves. I am afraid of losing me friends. I went through a time when I didn't have any when I needed them most, but I toughed it out and now I am very helpful, caring, and over extend my self on a regular basis to help my friends, talk to them when they seem lonely, give advice, give examples of my life to make their situation seem less painful. I have good friends now. I am not so afraid of losing them now because we are close and distant. But it is sad that most people who are sick only have their families. To most the seems to be enough, but having a friend, someone who is not obligated to be with you, helps the healing process.
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