Two specific events stand out in my childhood memory as recurring moments of hope: The first is the last day of school. What a relief! The pressure of assignments, pop quizzes and social stress was over.
Summer stretched as far as I could see offering freedom to explore, play and let my tattered brain heal in time for the next school year.
One of the strongest addictions in the universe is the desperate need a child has for a blankie. You know, that favorite little piece of cloth that is either rubbed on the nose as they suck their thumb, or gummed into oblivion as they rub their nose?
If you don’t believe it, keep a child overnight when they have left blankie at home. No one will sleep that night.
The truth will find you out. No matter how many times a lie is told, the truth does not go away. It patiently waits for TIME to erode the ragged edges of deceit until the truth is revealed.