Choices as true choices are very tricky. We all make choices because of a set of beliefs and interests. They may be influenced, distorted, misguided, misapplies, or even abused. In the end, no one can influence how we choose to maintain social interaction in a societal unit such as family or friends except us. We are the ones that reach down to our core to make choices that are not just about us, our desires and aspirations, our fears and complications, our interests and compromises; but also about empathy, sympathy, and humanity.
I’ve always been a little bit of an outsider. It was no different with them, but they didn’t care. They didn’t ask for anything except to be treated as an equal, even when they were working so much harder than almost everybody. And, I guess that was all I wanted too, to be considered a part of something. It didn’t happen very often.
These 20 years of family gatherings came to an abrupt end when my mother-in-law passed away in 1993, and my father-in-law passed away two years later. We eventually established new family traditions, but we all remember that special unplanned Christmas gathering in 1979 when everybody was with us.
Sometimes adjustments come in the form of pruning. In the horticultural world, we know that pruning a tree is necessary to sustain growth. That is, sometimes the skillful pruner will cut back a fruitful branch which diminishes the outward appearance of health in the short term but contributes to the long-term health of the tree.
The truth is there are many opportunities to ‘flounder’ or ‘not flounder’ every day in our interactions with others. When you’re not around other people, it’s easy to not be a flounder. Being around other people can bring out the fish in us – the selfish.
Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.
The woman let out a sigh as she watched her daughter trying to open the container. She shook her head and took the medicine from her little baby. “Yes, those are medicines. And they are locked because naughty children like you might drink them without permission.” She chuckled.
She danced for 10 years and travelled everywhere competing. She decided her dancing days were done and took up the clarinet. Her exposure to music through dance and movement and her ability to sight read music enabled her to learn at twice the pace as everyone else.
Taong 2013 nang umuwi sa amin si papa para humingi ng tawad sa kanyang nagawa, lalong lalo na sa akin, dahil alam nyang sobra akong nasaktan sa ginawa nya, subalit nag matigas ako, hindi ko sya pinatawad
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