Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Thank God for Strangers

Nobody treats me worse than my family.

Sadly, I am not alone in this: Judging by the number of matricides, patricides and babies left by their parents inside of hot cars, it's quite common. Next come old friends who think they can do or say anything and you will tolerate it.

The nicest people are those whose names I don't even know. They're out there in the streets, in stores, at the bank, at the supermarket.  Thank God for all of them.

1 comment:

  1. And then there are old friends who are glad to be old friends. Don't forget those of us in the equation.

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