No desire to be a martyr.

I suppose. There is such a thing. As caring too much. About this or that. You name it. One can be overwhelmed. Exhausted. By caring 24/7. One needs relief. From too much. Of virtually anything.  But it especially goes for caring.  Of course, that’s merely my opinion. Could be. That some people thrive. On a regimen of endless caring. They go and go and go. With hardly any break.  Remarkable people. I don’t know how they do it. Some become martyrs. For whatever the cause. Caring for something or other. I admire them. Often from a distance. I don’t want to get too close. Martyrdom may be contagious. I have no desire to be a martyr. --Jim Broede