A comment that I received on yesterday's garbled post, highlights for me just how difficult it is to communicate. I was talking about bravery in some; how could that not have been heard as talking trash about others?
Just because one doesn't mean to offend doesn't mean that one doesn't.
I have this plant that has survived a direct hit by a tree that landed in my office on Sept 28, 1993 at 3:05 ... delivered by a relatively small tornado. I brought the plant back to life and think of her/him as Mathilda/Mortimer, depending on my mood. I look at the plant, a rather commonplace philodendrum, anmd marvel how it grows where it wants to grow. Maybe 5 years before "the tree," it wrapped itself around a 4 foot fluorescent bulb and choked it to explode. The plant, Mathilda or Mortimer, reminds me how messy life is.
Alas and apologies ... H
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