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By: James Zander Young, October 29, 2011

All alone in the dark it is quite still and quiet. Throughout the day we sit and breathe and toil and work the soil. There are dishes to wash, clothes to hang and farm animals to tend. We mend our hearts with work and each day further along we move ever closer to others that sit alone in the dark. First comes darkness then rebirth, you can’t have one without the other. Along the path of darkness one sees many things that frighten and scares them (I know I have). Each one is different in how to get to deal with real pain and real confusion. It grabs hold tighter and tighter it would seem until that one day when decisions are made. Though not as abrupt as one may think it comes gradually over time. With love and happiness from family and friends we hope the right decisions are made. For some it seems this is not the case. For some we disagree with their decision but for some it was real and it was right. No one knows the plight and burden we each hold onto. No one knows the simple act that turns the still yet frantic and frenetic wandering of the mind to act with each dark place being different and true to that which is living it. I hope you heed my story and watch for pain in yourself and others but know this when you get to that dark place, hold on, and remember the other side is a wonderous place of new beginning and new experiences. The darkness is just another view of the same mountain top which when basked in sunlight we sit quite still and quiet to reflect upon the beauty to see the sun in all its glory and everlasting power.
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