If it takes two hands

I like to say, "Don't carry a grudge. It's heavy and it doesn't have handles."

Carrying a grudge is different than just writing someone out of your life. Some people shouldn't be in your life and I've always thought that that's okay.
Some should be in your life, but aren't.

This whole thing with Kathy has me thinking about how cool people can be...
and on the opposite side, how petty.

Imagine if you and a friend had a falling out. Then add an accident. Would water under the bridge keep you from being friends again? Too deep to attempt? Dangerous undercurrents?

(I also like to say, "Not everyone waves their arms when they're drowning... There might not even be a drop of water in sight.")

I guess with all the people in the world, there isn't a strong argument for tolerating flaws. It's so easy to go from being willing to throw yourself in front of a train for your friend, to holding an eternal grudge.

If it slowed you down, if it gave you pause to think of those people, if you wondered what it would be like if they were still in your world... what would give then?

Friendships lost. Resentment. Would a good reason be stubbornness? Yours or theirs? Fear? Of what? Protecting someone? Who? Why? Would it be worth it?

Whoa! I'm off on a tangent. Let me regroup.

I think of the possible consequences if Kathy didn't have such great friends. It's the only way I let myself leave her when I go to work.
Right now she doesn't have time to curse the sky because she is never alone!
(I'm pretty sure if I had an accident, I would have time to rail in isolation).

I think I'm going to make a list of all my friends and make up to the ones I haven't been talking to...