I am amazed at how loud the sounds of silence can ring in ones head.

I am sure that humans are not designed to handle extended periods of silence and I am certain that we are not designed to go through life alone. We all need someone we can share our joys and triumphs and our failures and sadness with.

If I know all of this, why do I find myself being the shoulder for every tear, yet I have no shoulder to cry on. Why be the one everyone turns to when down, or out, or lonely, yet have no one to turn to. Why be the one always being the comforter and never being comforted.

I hope this is not the role I have to fulfil in life?

I hope to continue searching for the answers, and make the best of the journey.

Today I focused on honoring my teachers.

Who are my teachers? Anyone or anything that teaches you something, a
babies laugh, your dog, an ant, all these and a myriad of others have
little hidden lessons to teach us. I am grateful for the lessons they
impart.

Nelson Mandela taught me forgiveness, F.W. De Klerk, an unsung hero,
taught me that breaking away from the old ways is not always the wrong
thing to do, Ms Winfrey constantly begs us to ask questions and
actively seek answers through her talk show, the list is endless, and
does not just consist of public figures. I often work with children who
come from troubled backgrounds, they have this innate ability to
rebound given the attention they need, and they often teach me more
than I can impart to them. (This reminds me of a story, which I will
recant a next time)

So Just For Today, Honor Your Teachers, whomever they are.......

B