Monday, November 1, 2004

Hot Stove

You know....sometimes we just need to be smacked. When a child is about to place his hand on a hot stove, a mother will grab his and and smack it. It hurts and hopefully the child will think twice before doing it again but it doesn't hurt as bad as it would if he had placed his hand on the hot eye. The protection is what I miss. I miss my mom knowing what would happen if I did something....the future is so uncertain sometimes as an adult. The hot stove is a job offer, a major purchase, a life changing decision...The only thing we know is that at the end, we die. No matter what...and our choices until our death define who we are.

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