We should not use tragedy as an opportunity to discuss differences. It should be an opportunity to bring us closer together and to show why we all care. Why we are all one, why true tragedy touches us all.
Conversations on why “this time was different from another” can be held by experts later on.
If we are still under the shadow of a tragic event… seek comfort in finding unity and not difference.
For some of us our dinner doesn’t always end when we are done eating.
In fact, some of us that suffer from crohn’s and IBS get to watch others eat while we sweat our regret out at our mistake…
We ate Korean last night. As those that read this blog know, I’m Korean, so that really isn’t a big deal.
What was a big deal was when we accidentally ordered the spicy bulgogi cooked in red pepper paste. That’s when the magic began.
I normally sweat when I simply watch other people eating spicy and hot foods. About half a prayer after I ate my first bite, I was done. My stomach tightened like someone had punched me and it instantly felt like a small fiery coal was in my left side. It was wonderful.
I got to literally drip the cups of water I was drinking from my forehead as my family ate and I watched.
Next time you see someone skinny don’t always assume they are in shape or have a balanced diet. I am not in shape, I eat like shit, and I’m skinny as hell. Yes I’ve heard the “wait till it catches up to you!”
That just isn’t the case here. Nothing is gonna catch up to me because nothing stays in me. I know that because I’m writing this post from the toilet…