Clara Barton Cara Barton was a Civil War nurse, she founded The Red Cross, and since lots of my friends don't know who she is, I decided to write an article on her. Clara Barton was born December 25 1821 in Oxford, Massachusetts, she was the youngest of five children born of Sarah and Stephen Stone . Clara's childhood was hard because kids teased her about her looks and because she acted like a tomboy. She was also very shy. When Clara was 11 years old, her brother fell off a building under construction. For the next few years Clara nursed him back to health. ...
On today's episode of screaming into the void: That's Not My Story. Mama and I enjoyed a long walk today and shared our feelings on the day's happenings. And we came upon the subject of our stories and what we base ourselves on. Getting aggravated with people who use their past or present struggles as a way to gain pity/love/attention. And realizing that sitting there listening to them talk about their horrible experience (for the tenth time), I suddenly feel the urge to stop them. To slap them and tell them that even though I (or most people for that matter) dont talk about our issues, they're there. And they are big in our lives even if we don't tell every single soul we meet and use it as our Instagram bio. I'm tired of hearing about your problems already. I'm struggling to keep it together as it is. I'm not tired of hearing about peoples problems...I'm tired of hearing people expertly manipulate a conversation into talking about THEIR problems......
I never imagined a life with three jobs, a broken heart and a dad battling cancer. I still have trouble believing most of the things that have happened in the past couple years. My once upon a time best friend got married back in 2018 and we haven't spoken in way too long...I find myself wondering where she is in her life...all the things we always said we would do together, and here we are, living life like two strangers who occasionally bump into each other. Life is weird. I miss her, and having a girl my age to talk to about the things I'm going through. A dear friend of mine...somebody I thought would always be there, has stopped coming to church and hasn't hardly come around our house in the last year. I feel this loss acutely, a hollow spot in my chest that just won't go away, he was like a brother to me when we were younger...and something more now...but we never had our moment (thanks Hollywood for all the unrealistic hopes). I can't even put into wo...
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