[at-l] Thanks

[GoVolsKelly at aol.com (GoVolsKelly@aol.com)]

When someone opens the door for me, I say "thanks."  Although I'm perfectly capable of opening the damn door myself, I say, "thanks."  Really, I say, "Thank yew!" which is an anomoly in south Florida.

I've bashed Walmart on this list, and I've taken the easy way on a lot of issues.  However, I had a friend that was on a downward spiral when I left Tennessee, and she was a drunk, a victim of domestic abuse and also so much more.  I saw this girl threaten her own MOTHER with a corkscrew, for the love of God... It wasn't pretty.  She was my friend, though.   I worried about her (and her mother) for years.  

Going back to Tennessee, or rather, Kingsport was a "Face your demons, Kelly."  I haven't been back before this past weekend. I hadn't seen these people in 20 years.  It wasn't cool. I was a nervous wreck.  I left without saying goodbye, I left without a word to anyone. I simply left, and never said a word to anyone.  wow.  I came back this past weekend and I was welcomed like I never left.  wow.  I was happy to see all my old friends, but I couldn't stop thinking about the girl that wasn't there.  Andrea.  The drunk who was abused and an abuser. Jesus Christ, I'm such an open book....I should keep my friggin' mouth shut.  

I reckon I'm still recovering from a homecoming I never thought would happen.  

Anyhoo, more later..........maybe.

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