Jaffacake2
Emotional morning. I went on the bus to town and went to the Salvation army church service. My mum was affiliated to the army when I was a child. She never fully joined because she wouldn't sign the pledge not to drink. She liked her nips of cherry brandy ,even telling a district nurse in her latter years that it was one of her 5 fruits a day !
The music of the brass band ,the singing and the genuine kindness of people had me in floods of tears by the end of the service.
The lady captain sat down at the end over a cup of tea we talked over all the stresses I am facing. Abuse from eldest daughter,younger daughter waiting for surgery to remove an ovarian teratoma and my deteriorating state of health. She was amazing and very kind.
I've never been too sure of my religious beliefs. My father was from a Jewish family who had renounced faith due to the racists in East London in the 1930s. As I said my mum was a salvationist who would help and feed anyone in need on our rough council estate. But today I felt spiritual and by the time I got home I felt calmer and aware of an acceptance that I cannot change everything.
Is nice to know there are good people out there prepared to listen, sometimes we feel so alone, society judges us and finds us wanting, so who do we turn to?
You turned to someone and entrusted them with your story, someone who was kind to you and so gave you the strength to realise that you cannot change what is presently a toxic influence upon your life, but you can change the way you deal with this.
Take care x


.
.
.
too.