29 January 2011

Here's the thing...

It almost always seems that when  I'm at the end of my rope, when the walls are sliding down around me and I'm clinging to the tether that's to save me from imminent peril over the mountainside, something comes to my rescue. 
Like in Jurassic Park 2 and the T-Rex mom is very upset, I'll come to find not all is lost; that the dinosaurs won't eat me.





And here's why:
Because I have friends who remind me to hold on while they help pull me back up. To remind me to laughand to not take these crazy moments too seriously.

But here's the thing,
I wouldn't have these friends, these lifesavers, that rope thrown down to pull me back up unless I were to admit the glass beneath me won't hold me. Can't hold me. That there are too many cracks for me to control.  Giving up that control isn't easy. We're told to be successful for ourselves. To be successful enough to help others who are unable to help themselves. After a while though, we run out of luck, we run ourselves down and unless we recognize the need to be helped ourselves, we might as well baste ourselves in steak sauce and give ourselves over to the dinosaurs.

So here's to the moment when we realize we're in trouble, that the forces outside are more powerful than we can assert control over. Here's to that moment when we can call out to our friends, hold tight to that rope and wait for the storm to pass.
Here's to realizing we can't always save ourselves, and the power to find the friends who love us enough to take that chance:

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