I’ve been thinking about Sarah lately. I haven’t seen her in donkey’s years. Sarah had a glass that was always half empty. She had a habit of assuming the worst. Whatever deal she was working on…well something was bound to go wrong. Whatever relationship she was in…it wouldn’t work out…for reasons I never could fathom. Be it health, wealth, happiness, career, it didn’t really matter, Sarah was set up for disaster. Expecting it all to go to hell in a hand basket. And big surprise…it usually did. Sarah’s woes I’d stop by to visit my Mum and Sarah would be there, pouring out her woes. My Mum was a great listener. All my life I think my friends were glad to be my friends because then they had my Mum’s shoulder to cry on. It was a very broad, caring and welcoming shoulder. I heard my Mum telling Sarah, very…
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