A Lesson for Life.
I was young, and living alone in Canada. I met another English girl who was very unhappy, homesick and had no way of getting home. I chatted to her, felt I was cheering her up, and invited her to have tea with me after work the following day.
When it came to the next day I was busy and my place was a mess. I had not bought any cake, and wished I had not made the commitment. I decided it was best to make it for another day. I called the girl and explained.
I next heard of her in the local newspaper. She had consumed a bottle of bleach, and though not dead was to remain in hospital with long lasting internal injuries.
I never saw or heard of her again, but she has remained on my conscience. I know that it might have made a difference if I had not been too busy.
My lesson for life: It doesn’t matter whether your place is a mess, or there isn’t any cake. It matters that you make time for people.
booksboatsandbarnacles 
Gulp! That’s awful. I can imagine how you feel, or felt. Lesson learned, but don’t let it rule your life.
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Yes, it was a harsh lesson. What’s done can’t be changed, Unless due for Sainthood we’ll never be perfect, and I don’t aspire to a halo, Just as well!
Myra.
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