At times I am feeling alone, and very neglected. Without someone to
understand or listen to my feelings. Noone to help me, guide me in the right
direction.
I complain because there is no compassion. I cry because I feel rejected and
all alone. I pray for some kind of easement to all the suffering, wish my
attentions would be met.
I now know that no matter what the course may take, I will always try and
understand that there is more pain and suffering that someone else is
enduring that is far worse that I could ever imagine.
I guess I never stop to realize just how fortunate I am. I have a voice, I
am able to sympathise with others. I can feel there pain, I can give
assistance to those that need me. I believe I am loved and cared about.
Thank you Bob for reminding me of that.
Much love
Jenny