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The magnitude of events in your life is overwhelming ME to the point that I don't know what to say -- I can't even fathom how you must feel right now.
"Jesus! So, do you want to go out with me and start smoking now? Or maybe you should take up drinking, hell, skip it all and start taking fucking drugs. SOMETHING. I don't know how you're still upright."
I'm imagining that there's something cheerful and encouraging and appropriate I could say, and that I'm saying it right now. However, I read the Book of Job long ago with a study partner who'd had a year like yours, and he explained to me what it was like to be Job in sackcloth and ashes while the neighbors came and said things they thought would be helpful. Why, he asked, did no one bring Job home baked casseroles?
Good heavens - I have to admit, keeping up is hard.
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Here's hoping next year is better, but I don't have much hope I'm afraid.
"Jesus! So, do you want to go out with me and start smoking now? Or maybe you should take up drinking, hell, skip it all and start taking fucking drugs. SOMETHING. I don't know how you're still upright."
I'm imagining that there's something cheerful and encouraging and appropriate I could say, and that I'm saying it right now. However, I read the Book of Job long ago with a study partner who'd had a year like yours, and he explained to me what it was like to be Job in sackcloth and ashes while the neighbors came and said things they thought would be helpful. Why, he asked, did no one bring Job home baked casseroles?
Good heavens - I have to admit, keeping up is hard.
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Here's hoping next year is better, but I don't have much hope I'm afraid.
