Pick a word to go with the title is the challenge this week:
My story is
THE GIRL WHO WAS MADE OF…………. Discarded Hearts.
She was everyone’s friend. Happy, pleasant to be around, no hidden agenda, and wouldn’t hurt a fly.
She had a special knack of always being there when a friend was in trouble. It didn’t matter if they were male or female, she was liked equally by both. She would offer a shoulder to cry on and a new box of tissues, a listening ear without passing judgement or empty platitudes, a lending hand when things became too much or a burden too heavy.
Her private life was exactly that, no Special Someone or family, just a multitude of friends who always felt better after she had given them a few minutes or hours of her time.
In her quiet moments, she would reminisce about her life, the mistakes she made, the fools she trusted, and was grateful for this chance to ‘make good’ for others before it was too late for them.
She had known despair and emptiness at all levels, which made her perfect for the task she had been assigned to for eternity after taking her own life centuries before.
She was the one who gathered the discarded hearts of the rejected, dejected, despairing or lonely, and revived them with her unique care, taking away the negative and replacing it with positive thought or energy.
She was one of God’s Special Angels.
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