The Boy, the Fox and the Horse That Made Me Weep
Today I cried like I haven’t cried in years. And where did it come from, I honestly don’t know.
Today I cried like I haven’t cried in years.
And where did it come from, I honestly don’t know. That and how much is bottled inside of me, I don’t know either.
All I know is I was listening to this passage from a short story where a kind fox talks to a little boy:
“You know… Sometimes, your mind plays tricks on you.
It can tell you you’re no good… that it’s all hopeless… but, I’ve discovered this.
You are loved, and important. And you bring to this world things that no one else can.
...So hold on.”
I stood there and I cried, over and over again, while the video kept playing and my nose kept running. My tears fell onto my lips and dripped into my mouth — gosh, were they salty.
I’ve got such a big heart… I guess sometimes it gets so big I just can’t help but let some of it pour out.
I hope people will remember me when I’m gone. If there’s one thing I’m proud of, it’s this blog and how much time and effort I’ve put into it.
If you’re one of my readers and you like my stories, thank you for reading them. Thank you for being here with me and for giving me a chance. For listening to what I have to say.
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