There are things I want to write that I just don’t.
I have a philosophy in life, which is very similar to the Hippocratic oath: first, do no harm. I’m sad to say that there appear to be many people who do not abide by this philosophy and seem to spend their lives making others miserable. I haven’t been able to determine whether they realize they are causing others to suffer, or whether they are just so selfish or such sociopaths that they don’t care. Unfortunately, the results are the same; those with whom they come in contact feel miserable.
I feel lucky that most of the time I meet decent, friendly, kind people. I feel blessed that I have so many of them in my life. I try to remember that the truly negative people that I know are probably in pain themselves, and therefore I try to be compassionate about them. But when they direct bile and venom at me or those I love, this can be hard.
So, on those days when they force their meanness upon me, I look to all of my friends, my family and my Shmoo for comfort, and I have to say how lucky I am that I have all of you in my life.
Ciao for now.