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"Do I Have Stupid Written On My Forehead?"

Story ID:2383
Written by:Veronica Elizabeth Foust (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Diary/Journal Entry
Writers Conference:$500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project
Location:Greensboro North Carolina USA
Year:2007
Person:myself
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Posted 06/25/2007 23:02 by Frederick William Wickert | Reply
I hate to say this, but I have read every piece you have posted on Ourecho. It seems to me you are a little to overloaded with self pity. To begin with, Love is something to give. You can not make someone love you. When you do something for someone, just do it out of the kindness of your heart. Don't do it because you expect something in return. As long as you do, you are bound to be dissapointed. Love if it is truly love - is always unconditional. You are putting conditions on it. That is why you are always so let down. Give it unconditionally, and remember the part of the Lords Prayer that says,"Forgive us our tresspasses as we forgive those who tresspass against us." You will be forgiven in direct proportion to the forgiveness you give. The Lord said, "If someone smites you on the cheek, give to him the other cheek also." You will never make people do things or see things your way. As long as you keep trying, you will always be hurt.
Fred
Posted 06/26/2007 09:15 by Gail Lee Martin | Reply
Veronica you might try doing something totally unexpected and nice for your family. It will make you feel better & you might be surprised at the results. Gail
Posted 06/29/2007 17:38 | Reply
Veronica..since when does a mother and smart author/reviewer toss a family into oblivion - for any reason. Have you been doing your part as a mom? It never ends, you know, and it really matters not their waywards. I guess I'd rather die than stuff my antiquity full of wrath rather than FORGIVENESS. Love them my dear, tell them so, because after all ... you were their guiding light at some point. Blessings, Kath