Tess

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Oh ((((((((Tess)))))))))))

You have really been through the mill my friend. It must have been very

difficult to come to terms with having your trust abused like that. Maybe

one day when you feel stronger it would be worth considering someone who has

been recommended by someone you trust and who loves you enough to make sure

it is a decent person. Maybe a woman would be less threatening? I saw a

woman psychologist for 2 years when I was going through a particularly

difficult period in my life, it’s the best thing I’ve ever done for myself

and those around me. I can honestly say that the right person that you can

trust can help so much, I hope you can find someone, it might be very

helpful to you.

We are here for you Tess, you don’t have to be sad alone, we understand your

pain and are here to listen.

Thanks so much for the encouragement for my stopping smoking mission, I’ll

let you all know when I’ve set a date!

(((((((Big bear hugs))))))) flying right back to you

Heidi

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Dearest Barb....That is beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing that.

((((((((((((((((((Barb)))))))))))))))

Love.....

Tess @-->-->---

[Guest guest]

Barb, that is just beautiful! Another thing this morning to save to my HD.

I think a lot of us with RA feel like the " cracked pot " (I do anyway), and

it was nice to think of the possibility that our imperfections may have a

positive side.

Much love,

Carol

Cracked Pots

Authur Unknown

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of

a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack

in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full

portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked

pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily,

with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to

his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect

for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its

own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only

half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to

the water bearer one day by the stream. " I am ashamed of myself,

because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way

back to your house. "

The bearer said to the pot, " Did you notice that there are flowers on

your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?

That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted

flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk

back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these

beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the

way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house "

Each of us has our own unique flaws. But it's the cracks and flaws we

each have that make our lives together so very interesting and

rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are,

and look for the good in them.

To all our crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell

the roses!