The Crazy Glue of Life

I have a confession to make: I want to fix things.
Not such things as broken clocks, flat tires, or mistakes in manuscripts. Nope, repairing these things would be easy compared to what I want to mend.  I want to patch up broken hearts, renovate low self-esteem, refurbish the downtrodden, heal physical and mental sickness, glue the pieces of a broken world back—to put Humpty Dumpty together again.
Pretty tall order, isn’t it? 
Fixing things is in my genes.   Daddy was an electrician by trade. He fixed the dark. My brother, Wild Turkey Jim, is also an electrician and brings light into the world every day.  He has the ability to repair almost anything that doesn’t work.
Mama could mend sadness with just a hug.
So, as you can see, my desire to repair humanity comes naturally.  But, alas, I stink at it.
I don’t know how to make a broken heart whole again.  Have no clue what magic words can make someone believe in themselves. I don’t have a witchy spell that will cure the insane.   No secret formula for paste strong enough to bond the broken pieces of a shattered world together again. 
Some philosophers would say it’s not my job, my responsibly to repair the world.  That each individual must take responsibility for their own actions.  These so called “wise men” argue that it’s taboo to interfere with another’s destiny, how else will mankind learn if someone else cleans up their messes?  I agree.  But . . .
It ain’t working!
This weekend I pondered a lot on this dilemma of how to fix the world and one word kept coming to me:  friendship.
The power and gratitude for friends can mend a cracked heart, eliminate the feeling of worthlessness and plug the holes in our head. 
Strong, sincere friendship is the crazy glue that holds us together with an impermeable seal.
I love and give thanks for my friends.  Without them I would be lost. Joined together in previous life times or in only this one, they keep me sane with their honesty, non-judgmental ways, humor, wisdom, and downright silliness.
And that is how I plan to heal the world.

            One good friend at a time.



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10 Responses to The Crazy Glue of Life

  1. mgmillerbooks says:

    No truer truths by Ruth have been spoken. Love you lots! Pretend I'm photo-bombing the pic above 😉

  2. Ah, Ruthie. You must certainly DO know how to heal the world. One person at a time. That righteous anger of yours is pretty potent stuff. It flares up and burns right through the pain. Leaves behind pure golden friendship.

  3. Claire says:

    Aww, Ruth, you're the best! Your smile heals my heart and your hugs ease my worried mind. I'm not sure how I'm so lucky to have such wonderful friends, but I'm thankful. Yep, Mike you should be right in the middle of that photo along with Ned! 🙂

  4. Ruth says:

    Love you, Mikilo!I consider you one of my good freinds.

  5. Ruth says:

    Good grief, woman. Even in a commnet to a blog entry, your writing is beautiful!Thanks for being my freind.

  6. Ruth says:

    Oh, Claire, I love you!And yes, we need a picture with Ned and Mike.

  7. I'm so glad you are my friend Dixie Ruthie. When you wrapped me up in that hug yesterday and put your arm around me as we walked to the car, I felt your healing friendship. No money can buy what all of us have. I am blessed to call you friend. Love you lots and lots.

  8. Ruth says:

    God, Linda, I love you!

  9. Russell says:

    I think the electrician thing runs in the family. You've turned on light bulbs in a lot of people's head.

  10. Ruth says:

    Russell,I like that!thanks.

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