Not Seeing Eye To Eye

My friend Alan has a beautiful story to tell about those moments of offense, how we miss so much by holding onto them, and about coming to a moment of “divine perspective,” albeit a late one.

Thanks, Alan, for this story, and for allowing me to share it with my readers. Blessings.       – Annie

Fuel For The Race

Photo:  Thiago Matos via Pexels

“Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got…So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts.  So don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date…Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye.” – (1988)  The Living Years,  Recorded by:  Mike and the Mechanics.  Written by Mike Rutherford and B. A. Robertson

The hallway was busy between classes that day.  The platform shoes were loud on the polished hard floor like horses on a brick street.  Everyone was running to their next classroom before the final bell rang.  I, in my bell-bottoms…

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11 thoughts on “Not Seeing Eye To Eye

  1. That’s quite the story Ann, I’ve often thought that the people who we think we may dislike are the people that we haven’t taken the time to actually get to know. Sad story really. Thank you for sharing it. Grace, peace and blessings. – Bruce

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    1. My pleasure, Mrs. M.
      You may also enjoy my post “That Passenger” from June 7 of this year, which tells a similar story, but from the perspective of the other side.

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  2. Concerning comments that I like, I “like” them where some blog comment section allows you to like it or from my notification on the right top part of internet browser when I’m on WordPress. If there’s any other way I don’t know beyond that

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