R. came by last night to pick up her summons and I had to take her to where she had been staying to pick up her stuff, which she put in my basement with her other stuff.
She had to sort out her stuff and pick out the stuff she needed to take with her. She was offered a job at The Cheesecake Factory, but had to turn it down because she has no place to stay. It hurt like hell to drop her off at the bus station, not knowing where she was going.
Sometimes we just march. We plod. We stare at the back of the guy in front of us and place one foot in front of the other, more out of inertia than intent. No real destination, direction unknown. The journey becomes the destination. The process becomes the intent. As long as we keep marching, things will eventually work out. Determination trumps incentive.
So we keep our head down and march.
4 comments:
Excellently put, Al.
Sometimes the hardest things we have to do are really the best things for the people we're doing them for.
Does that makes sense? It kinda sounded better in my head.....
PQ: Know exactly what you are saying. You have to give them the chance to work themselves out of their problems. Helping them can be not in their best interrests.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is just walk away.
It is also usually the best choice.
Best of luck to R., and may she find exactly what she needs to keep on the straight and narrow.
Renn: Thanks for the encouragement. It gets easier as time goes on, but it's still no fun.
She needs something I can't give her.
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