One by one, those who I believed were friends, have dropped off the radar. Oddly enough, one of the women in my life, to whom I held and continue to hold the utmost respect for telephoned me today, in a state of rage. I wish that she could have realized that the homage I paid her for helping me through a horrible patch of life was a salute to the gift of life that so many people seek for, some find and others fall short of; never finding the salvation. She is a heroine to me. Regardless of the phone call, or the things said - I stand by my praise of her, and value the advice and determination she had me seek within my self. Just how to you begin to thank someone for giving you a second chance at life?
Quite a number of people made positive comment as to an anniversary I celebrated not too long ago. I marveled at the tenacity of this special person who is a fighter; passionate in life. This woman is someone that I hoped to emulate. Sadly, this person did not hold the same opinion that I did.
Even with a not so nice telephone call, harsh and strident, in tone, I can't help but feel sad that the pure intent I had to praise someone could be so misconstrued.