Once I move my foot
Nov. 16th, 2007 12:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fbhjrOne of the other things I treasure about my wife is her compassion.
She cares so much more for people then I do.
Heroin addicted artist friends, Vietnamese single mother co-worker, friend who lost their apartment, she cares for them all.
Sometimes I worry that she cares too much. That she won’t leave enough left for herself. And, sometimes that does seem to happen. I try, and once and a while succeed, to be there those times to help her. I’d love to say to help those people too, but I’d be lying. It’s to help her when (if) I see her floundering.
If everyone cared like she did, the world would be better.
She cares so much more for people then I do.
Heroin addicted artist friends, Vietnamese single mother co-worker, friend who lost their apartment, she cares for them all.
Sometimes I worry that she cares too much. That she won’t leave enough left for herself. And, sometimes that does seem to happen. I try, and once and a while succeed, to be there those times to help her. I’d love to say to help those people too, but I’d be lying. It’s to help her when (if) I see her floundering.
If everyone cared like she did, the world would be better.
