Help
Author Dana Redricks
July20, 2014
I long to help; to reach out, and embrace the helpless, even more, the children. I've been down the path of incomplete, and the feeling of hopelessness. We all need someone to lean on no matter what our age is, and to turn the page, and to release the person trapped in a cage. At some point, we all get lost in amaze.
Some people call it a weakness to be loving, and helpful, but one thing I've always loved and I got it from my mother; in so many ways she taught me how to love. I have never seen it any other way, and she always had a smile, or a joke or two to lighten the load of a few, and just like my mother in material means I am not rich, but I am rich in love and happiness. I love to be content in whatever situation life has brought my way; knowing each day God would make a way.
I learned it is better to give than receive in a society of selfish intents, but each day I am just thankful I can pay my rent when it is due, and yes even help out a few now and then, and maybe even gain a friend. Some days or rainy and clouds hang overhead, and sometimes there are words I've wished I've never said, but the thought of not helping is one word is hardly ever come out my mouth. I am from the south where it is a common thing where people speak as they pass, and not afraid to help a stranger in need; even though we live in a world entangled in weeds.
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