Most people think of those people we just can't figure out....they continue to mess up, hurt others, or take all they can get without giving back. But that's not the "some people" I'm referring to here. I'm talking about the other "some people", the ones often forgotten and left behind when we move on with our lives. They could have been the one to lend a helping hand to a complete stranger for no other apparent reason than they wanted to. Or, the one who fed the hungry when they were hungry too. The ones we always know are there no matter what time or day it is....we can count on them.
We all know someone like this, and have often thought about them over the years. But there wasn't time, or we lost their number, or life just took us in a different direction. So, we never actually got to tell that person just how much we were blessed by their mere existence.
My mother, ma, mom, Wendy is one of those people. I know she's not a saint, and she's made her fair share of mistakes along the way. But she has also been there for everyone...to a fault. Today she is lying on her couch with her feet up because her oldest adult child couldn't stand to watch it anymore. I couldn't watch my mom kill herself by extending herself to everyone and neglecting herself.
I called a town meeting with her closest friends and relatives to fill them all in on what has been going on with Wendy over the last couple months, the last year, and the last two decades. This blog will serve the purpose of that town hall. Then perhaps later, we can share our hearts for the "some people" who helped us through our lives, here to the world.
Thank you for stopping by to check on Wendy, and please stop back soon with updates.
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