It almost broke my heart,when I saw a church member or should I say a former church member,looking kind of cuckoo,talking silently to herself and wearing a shabby looking house coat in the afternoon,wandering away in front of me.
After seeing her and as I was driving by, was thinking to myself,what brought her to this state, did anyone offer her help or did she decline any? Did the church know about this? or they refuse to acknowledge that she was one of them? or did she willingly allow herself to be eaten by insanity or was she too late to be brought back to senses? I really don't know.
I was telling myself if I were to see her again,(I am sure I can) I would walk up to her and try talking to her,who knows all that she really wanted is to be recognized and to let you and me know that she exists....................yes I will sure talk to her.
I really don't know why people go cuckoo or insane,probably all that they really wanted was to be heard, to be hugged and too be loved and sometimes all these little things are the hardest one can give...isn't it?
P/S : We can talk so much about love but do we really give out some?