My Aunt Rose sends me about 10 e-mail forwards a day-- I rarely forward them on and never worry about the commands at the end---but this one had a line in it I wanted to share with my niece Sara and here:
"But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect."
I am thinking it's like building muscle---when you work hard --it hurts--but that is a sign that new muscle fibers are growing. Becoming bitter is like refusing to move again.
I am growing new heart fibers---it hurts but my heart is growing.
oh, it really hurts...
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