Nancy Perry

That’s a difficult choice. I think I would prefer a see-saw because spinning in circles makes me sick.

For the past couple of hours I’ve been trying to decide what to write in my blog because I haven’t written in a while and I have a lot to say. I think I’ve finally decided upon a couple of snapshots to share.

My friend Hari and I met an Australian guy at a store in York and while we were talking to him he told us that he’s so pale now that his skin is see through. I was just looking at my hands and I can see my veins and my skin is see through. Whoa.  Weird.

And just so you know, nutes are not a tadpole about to turn frog as one of my friends thought.

I met a woman who is one of millions. She was sitting by herself and I sat with her. The whole left of her face was black and blue accompanied by a cut above her eyes. Her back and belly (which looked swollen with baby to me) also had huge round bruises. She covered her face with her coat and with her hands. Then she began to cry and say “please, please don’t look at my face. Just don’t look at my face.” At that moment my heart broke. Hard bits that were surrounding a fleshy inside broke off and the warm beating part was exposed to the harsh reality that she is only one and there are millions more. Millions.  She told me the man standing by the tent was her partner and he did it to her. But he’s the best man in the world and it was an accident. They’re soul mates they are. He just dropped her. It was an accident. When he returned to the table she did something to annoy him and he said do you want it to happen again? Are you asking for it? She left upset. Going back to her homeless hostel. As she leaves he tells me she’s pathetic then puts down his second can of beer.  That day my heart broke for good. I cried and cried. God’s always crying. He loves them Images of her being beaten flashed through my mind. That’s my imagination but God sees the real thing. His heart broke a long time ago. I know for sure now that I want to love these women for my whole life. Her name is Tammy just as her partner has her name tatooed on his neck her name is seared on my heart.