Good deed?
Well Glenda called me. I mentioned her before. She is someone local who stroked and my co- workers asked me to talk to her. She needs support. Well she does, but I don't think I'm qualified to help her. She talked more about her dirty rat bas**** X husband, then stroke. Hey that's fine, but I don't know this woman and we are on thin ice with that topic. Yeah, I may shortly have an X of my own to talk about, but I don't want to become someones ear for all general problems. She isn't on anti-depressents "doesn't need them" Oh no? I think she does, but who am I? She sounded bummed out and mildly depressed to me. Nah, I think I may stick to online support only, forget the face to face stuff or phone. I told her about the site, had a negative comment to say about that. I don't like computers. Yes, she may be a tough nut to crack, but I'll stick it out, but we got a rocky start. So now I'm thinking my good intentions/good deed may not have been what I expected. Expectations will screw you everytime.
Pam
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