"Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee"

HANGING IN THERE

The flashing light caught my attention and drew me down the hillside.  The light vanished in the thick fog leaving a box behind in its wake.

The box stood like a sentry, stoic and unmoving.  I approached the box with great tribulation.  Facing it, I slowly opened the lid.  I was STUNG…………..the hurtful words bruised my heart and soul.

Turning, I drew a deep breath, and took back what was taken. Like Ali, I would “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”

“a man who has no imagination has no wings”
                                                           – Mohammad Ali

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kietie

Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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