A friend called me after realizing that the man of her dreams had chosen someone else to be in his dreams. Her heart was aching. I so wanted to make her laugh or feel better, to let her know that the pain wouldn’t last forever. “Go play tennis,” I jokingly suggested.
“Why tennis?” she questioned. “To take my mind off my misery?”
“No,” I answered, “Because in tennis, love means nothing.” Apparently, not the hilarity I was going for. She started to sob. How was I to know she played the sport with this heartbreaker?
Do we all save souvenirs from our battle wounds? After hanging up, I skimmed through old journals from when my heart had been crushed by a man who didn’t love me enough to take on four young children – imagine that. I thought I could pull out some pearls of wisdom from my experiences for my friend.
There it was — the crumpled list (no bitterness there!) I’d started so long ago.
Best of luck. The list really worked for me. Not!
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Your "Reporter" comes out all shiny in this one.
Very nice Penny : )