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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Friday, October 24, 2008

Being Human


A while back I signed up on classmates.com. I began posting some of my paintings. I was blessed to bring so many "old friends" back into my life. It has been interesting to learn where my old classmates are now and what's been going on in their lives.

A few posts back, I wrote about "seeing through someone else's eyes". Realizing now, that that was necessarily true. It seems the majority of my life, I was seeing through others' eyes, before finding my inner self. Anyway, I have been talking recently to Bill. I really don't remember Bill from school. He was in my sister's (Kathie), graduating class. They graduated 2 years before me. Bill is now an environmental scientist working for the government. He has complimented me highly! In one of his latest emails, he told me he cared about me. I questioned him as to why he cared? The following is his response: (he gave me permission to post)...

From:
Bill Nelson (view profile)

To:
Holly Ceragioli

Sent:
October 23, 2008 07:28:38 AM

Subject:
RE: Hi, from Holly!



Why do I care? I grew up in a military family, and lived in too many places to count. I learned 4 languages and nearly died. What I learned is that each person, as different as we all are, is SOMEONE. More than that, is someone who can and does see life in ways I don't. Since life is what we share, I like seeing the world through different eyes.

When "passive" caring (wishes and idle thoughts) cross the line to "active" caring (listening and helping), then we become more than animals, we become human. That caring prepares me (and anyone else) to seek life in unexpected places. That I care about you, although we are strangers, means that I want for you to have your own "vision."

I hope you understand this. Those who have and do care about me, motivate me to do likewise. When strangers care, they find friends.

Bill

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