...is just that, history. I tend not to dwell on it much anymore. Yes, the other side....where I was untouchable, at least I thought I was. Until the one day I crossed a line, and got burned. Again, was it worth it? Maybe that's what keeps some away, the fear of crossing another line. Or feeling they are constantly being watched...where every little thing they say or feel makes them suspicious. Or maybe it's our cautionary tale that keeps others away....those who are still fortunate enough to be on that other side. |