I welcome you back to the fold. I told this to myself when I promised to be a better poster. I'm sick of not causing hatred and sarcasm by my horrible grammar. So I promise to post often and badly so that all the world may hear of the insignificant details of my life in the tiny village of Shannon (technically, I don't think its even a village, whats smaller than a village?).
Anyway, first things first. For those of you who don't know Pastor Tipmore died this morning (father of Karlyn who is the best friend of Jessica Mundt, I've been in his church and I know Karlyn). Pray for the family.
Today, is a rainy day. Normally I hate the rain - its drippy and wet and makes my car smell musty and in general, is a bigger pain than a blessing. But today its rather nice. I think that given enough inside time I could eventually learn to like the rain. maybe.
I talked about Falls today. Everybody has their own opinions about the place. A lot of people want to know how I'm doing after leaving, if I'm glad or mad or bitter or sad or whatever. How do you explain something that, after your parents, is the single defining influence in your life? How do you explain that the hurt doesn't go away - the loss of what might-have-been is immeasurable. I think it was Albert Schweitzer who said "the greatest loss in war is in the might-have-beens" its not the loss in economy or money but in potential. That's the thing that bothers me most about Falls. No matter how God blesses them or me or my family or anybody involved in the situation, the loss of potential is the hardest to bear.
Anyway, peace and love.
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You are right, it was the loss of potential. I never know how to tell people, either.
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