Far more blessed than cursed.

Bad people. I know of ‘em. Fortunately, mostly from a distance. Relatively infrequently do we cross paths. I read about their exploits. Kidnapping young school girls. And selling them into slavery. War-mongers, too. In places like Syria. But we even have ‘em in the USA. Many, many politicians. Out to screw their opponents. With dirty tricks. With lies. For kicks. To satisfy their mean spirits. No sense of fairness. The ends justify the means. I’m lucky. Because I spend much time in my cocoon. Away from the meanness that abounds in the world. Instead, I’ve found much kindness. And love, too. Makes me far more blessed than cursed. –Jim Broede