When my separation first started my dad leaked it to my 98 year old grandmother. A week later she sent me a card and a story to go with it called what to do when your down and out. Once upon a time, a young donkey asked his grandpa, How do I grow up to be just like you? Oh thats simple. All you have to do is remember to shake it off and step up. What does that mean? Asked the youngster. Grandpa said, Let me tell you a story...When I was just about your age, I was out walking one day and I wasn't paying attention and I fell into an old abandoned well. I started braying and braying. Finally an old farmer came by and saw me in the well. I was scared to death. And then he left....I stayed in that well all night. The next morning he came back with a whole group of people, and they looked down at me. Some of them even laughed. Then the old farmer said, the wells abandoned and that donkey isn't worth saving, so let's get to work. And believe it or not, they started to shovel dirt into the well. Well, I panicked. I was going to be buried alive! After the first shovelfuls of dirt came down on me, I realized something. Every time dirt landed on my back, I could shake it off and step up! They kept shoveling, and I kept shaking it off and stepping up. This went on for some time. Shake it off and step up....shake it off and step up...shake it off and step up. I kept repeating it to myself for encouragement. I fought the panic by shaking it off and stepping up. And it wasn't long before I stepped out of the well, exhausted but triumphant. Son no matter how difficult the situation, no matter how bad things get, no matter how much dirt gets dumped on you, just remember-shake it off and step up.
Posts You May Be Interested In
A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
Today is my 25th birthday, to my somewhat lack of surprise I can see already no one really seems to care. I've always been the kinda person to make sure that everyone I Care about feels appreciated and knew somebody had their back. I can count 4 times this year when I Went out of my way to make sure a "friend" felt good on their birthday, especially if they got left hanging. Its early in the...