The penalty: For caring too much.

Caring. Caring. Caring. It’s possible to care too much. About someone. Or about something. Silly. Silly. Silly. To care to the point of physical and emotional exhaustion. Where does one draw the line? And back off. Take respite. Otherwise, one won’t be around to care. Over the long term. My friend Julie. Cared too much. For and about her Alzheimer-riddled parents. Maybe that’s why she’s in deep trouble. She never learned to take care of herself. Never learned to draw the line. Now she’s paying the price. As an alcoholic. In depression. In a state of despair. For having cared too much. About others. But not about her own well-being. --Jim Broede