Well, as I imagined, the phone calls from my family started yesterday afternoon. It's amazing how, suddenly, I am the one person that was in the wrong because I stepped in when I saw a child being mistreated. It would be a lie if I sat here and told you that some of the things that I was told yesterday didn't hurt. But hey, I've been hurt before and somehow, someway, I've always bounced back. Sometimes it's the hits and the bruises that makes us stronger in the end. I will admit that due to this and a couple of other things going on in my life, my cement wall around my heart is being reconstructed. There are times I wish I had never let it down, but there are times in life that you come to trust people and before you realize it, they've slowly taken the wall down. Now I'm working on rebuilding it.
Anyway, just another ramble of a day in my flip flops.
