
Yesterday.
Hey it happens.
stress, frustration, blah. build up, build up, explosion.
Maybe we shouldn't talk about it.
It was just one of those days.
My mom is always so patient and understanding. I am so grateful for her.
Always caring, always listening, always loving.
I was worried it would happen again today.
Thankfully it was better.
Last night, afterward . . . I was reminded of something. Even though it was late, I searched though my drawers to find it. It is from someone who is thousands of miles away preaching the truth to the world. It was this: a short Patrickism and a poem. Remember that one time after freshman year when we all bawled our eyes out? Remember that bond of friendship and mutual understanding?
What are we?
Are we not as waves—
Cast upon the shore,
longing for depth,
wishing to be bustled amongst other waves—
For what are we but the waves that surround us—
like this we are to our friends.
For—A person defined cannot be alone—
but it is our friends that do make us up-
For better or for worse.
Never is a wave alone
alone it is dead water
Never is a person alone
alone it is without definition.
Kendra—if I could leave one thing with you—I would tell you that you are never alone. Even when friends are miles away, or, heck, even if you end up like Tom hanks on Cast Away—God will always walk with you, and He will always be your definition. Friends will define you—and so having the only perfect being as a friend will definitely help make that definition clear, pure, and permanent.~Patrick {Hotel} O'Connell
I am a wave. Sometimes I feel like dead water just yearning for depth, wanting to be bustled amongst other waves. Simply a wave, thankful to be in existence. Thankful for the one perfect being who makes my path, my definition clear.
My best friend.
Thanks patty boy for writing that. I needed to hear it.

























