He was squatting down and eating the grit from the shingles on the roof that the rain had washed down one of the spouts. So I rushed right away to rescue him from the grit. I stuck my fingers in his mouth to get the grit out before he swallowed it, and then . . . . WHAM!!! It felt like the jaws of a Great White locking down on my thumb. Ouch!!!! Cross bit me!!
Here's my takeaway from this wonderful little incident.
- Sometimes, our worst pains come from those we love the most.
- Sometimes, people don't really intend to hurt us. They just want us out of their business.
- Sometimes, the pain is only temporary, but the scars remain for a long time. (Remember that this pic was taken 4 weeks after he bit me!)
- Sometimes, we have to just get over the offense and choose to love and forgive.
- Sometimes, the ones that hurt us need us the most.
- Sometimes, our love for others should overlook the pain they cause us.
I still love you Cross!!! I always will!