tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677077373976705300.post8821783756293326063..comments2023-05-20T02:57:54.844-07:00Comments on Love Hey Lola: ShameAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12887233036675861843noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677077373976705300.post-43940749798044355502016-06-29T13:51:45.417-07:002016-06-29T13:51:45.417-07:00OK...so many, many years ago there was a woman who...OK...so many, many years ago there was a woman who used to wander around West Peoria and wander into our church. She used to point at me and say I was a murderer, and that she knew who I was. She would try to spit at me- and she would yell that she hated me. It messed me up a lot, because like you I have anxiety and I think everything is about me. Of course I realized she had schizophrenia and it was not about me- but it still bothered me. One day I had my son with me who was in a wheelchair- she saw him and started over to us- I worried what she she was going to do. But she leaned down and looked at him with so much compassion, and then at me- she reached out and stroked my cheek. She cried. I cried. After that I was her favorite person....who knows. Who cares. We were friends. Karen Cassidy https://www.blogger.com/profile/12312292964950140263noreply@blogger.com