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Thursday, October 17, 2013
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I was thinking something very strange tonight.
Truthfully, I've never thought of anything like this... 'before' tonight.
I was thinking how I have fought my many Life Battles... and since I'm here at this very moment... that means 'I won them'.
I'm a survivor of many 'bad things' that have happened in my life. I'm so grateful to be here... I love to live. The one time I wouldn't have cared if I died or not... was when my son died, three years ago. I would have never known if I'd died. I was in the darkest world possible...
I was trapped in my grief, pain. I didn't know when the sun was shining... or what was going on around me. I was drowning in the Ocean of Grief... my husband, Skip, kept throwing lifesavers to save me. He did... Skip is my hero, my best friend, my precious husband.
I was thinking tonight... and picturing in my mind.... hospital rooms. Each hospital room has a patient who is battling to live... their room became their 'battlefield' to survive. Ever so often, a nurse... doctor, nursing assistant... visitors come to these rooms for one reason or other...never realizing what they are doing.
They never realize that they've entered a battle-zone... they have stepped onto the roads in life where the patient is at that time... to fight for his life. They walk here, there in that area... never feeling a thing. Isn't it strange? They are in the midst of a battle-zone... yet, all is 'invisible'. They aren't seeing what is actually happening as they are with the patient.
It's strange... a person is actually fighting a battle, struggling to live... yet, no one can 'see the battle' going on. No one saw my battles when I fought them... they were invisible.
People walked across my 'battle-fields', never knowing what they were doing. They walked on, off my paths I traveled to live, traveled to get to another path in Life. All ... invisible.
When I came out of each terrible battle... no one could see what I'd just come through. As long as they never had to experience a battle in life... there's no way they could understand these words... there's no way they could see the 'roads/paths' I was on ... my battlefields... yet, they may have walked on them to pass me by... to get 'to where they were going'.
Have you ever thought about such? I never have ...until tonight. Of course, patient and their hospital rooms 'aren't the only battlefields'... I used that for an example.
Everywhere in this world... people are struggling to survive 'bad things'... their battle-field could be anywhere/anything. There are people who are just innocently crossing 'in the line of fire'... never seeing, feeling anything.
It's something to think about... I promise you won't forget what I wrote after reading this.... you will probably try to 'see/feel' when you are aware of crossing over someone else's battlefield, their paths in Life to get to a good place for them.
Many people have crossed my battle-fields, my many paths in Life... I've watched them sometimes... they never saw, or felt a thing. They just didn't know... this is life invisible.