so, i’m driving home from working at school, listening to obama speak about his plans for the military, and he tells a story of two young marines who defended their corp from an oncoming suicide bomb truck, and how at the cost of their brave lives, so many more were saved.
thank god i was home by then, because i lost it. totally bawling, blubbering lost it. they are in my living room as part of the big memorial project, and they will not be forgotten. but remembering them in their individual stories, it’s too much.
so, this is what i have learned about myself today, i am not any better than i used to be with the extreme empathy stuff. this is why i am having so much difficulty getting going with the pr. the more i’m out with it, the more stories i hear and the more pain i seem to absorb. i don’t know how to turn that off. how does one be compassionate and empathic in a reasonable, non life sucked right out of me way?
fuck…….
