I normally recount words of wisdom from my very witty late gram, but this time I can share with all of you a personal experience. On Monday, one of the children, a seven year old little girl on our block went missing (we found her in someone's home an hour later, praise God). Let me tell you, everyone, I mean everyone was frantic, we were pounding on doors, the kids old enough were riding up and down the streets on their bikes looking, we were stopping every car, her parents had called every friend the little girl had. I cannot describe it less than frantic. My little niece was terrified yelling "Missing, what does that mean, someone stole her"? All of this was going on at seven am and the parents were a holy mess emotionally, I could barely make out what my friend was saying she was crying and screaming blood curdling screams.Many of us neighbors were in our pajamas going door to door and it was raining. Everyone just jumped up and started looking. It was overwhelming how totally, scared and crying hysterically both the mom and dad were, visibly shaking. The dad even fainted right before the police arrived. All I could think about once we found little Sarah (safely in a new neighbor's home) was what a contrast to how Casey reacted. "All they care about is getting Casey back!" she said in the meanest, coldest tone and I knew at that moment the good people of the jury would not need more than their common sense to get it. My neighbors all coming to the aid of this lost little girl made me really proud of them and I think that is why I enjoy this place. 99% of you are good , salt of the earth people who just know right from wrong . If Cindy wants to sue any of you, I say bring it on. Together the community always gets to the truth and I stand with YOU!
one of my favorite poems:
You Tell on Yourself
You tell on yourself by the friends you seek,
By the very manner in which you speak,
By the way you employ your leisure time,
By the use you make of dollar and dime.
You tell on yourself by the things you wear,
By the spirit in which your burdens you bear,
By the type of things at which you laugh,
By the smile you share on your photograph.
You tell what you are by the way you walk,
By the things of which you delight to talk,
By the manner in which you can bear defeat,
By so simple a thing as how you eat.
By the books you choose from the library shelf,
By these things and more you tell on yourself.
--Author Unknown