The Secret

At the age I have amazingly achieved, one would think I am nearing the end of my learning curve....NOT! This week has given me a royal shakeup.Some people are just very slow learners, a category I fall into with emphasis on the extremely slow. Hearing has not been my challenge. The listening part is my challenge and where the work needs to be done.In my defence,I have kept a secret that I have guarded closely from EVERYONE. A secret that insisted to be acknowledged this weekend....and painfully was.Dear reader, if this post is beginning to wear thin ,leave and visit here , courtesy of Douce for the light relief a Monday and start of Easter Week commands.On a side note, Easter is my least favorite holiday, marking the Sunday that our youngest suddenly passed away....so needless to say (still defending my bad behavior)I am a tad OFF.Sorry for loosing my focus....SECRET, secret..Fast backward glimpse to 2002....car accident, brain injury,cerebral bleed, can't speak,(many said Thank you Jesus),can't read, count or walk without falling. Healing happened and all (or is it) is back to my normal.Except,the secret, I have kept from everyone; much like a new mom keeps scary street people from her younguns. You are going to stop and wonder WTH the fuss is about because simply put the secret is that I think, I am an incredibly gifted humorist, using edgy humor to the delight of all around me.This weekend I truly heard, when I listened that this was not so. It crushed me, broke me,rendered me immobile and migraine affected.Today is a new day, week, life and I on behalf of the management offer this blanket apology (a trademark of the women in my family). I regret and so apologize to anyone and everyone I have harmed with my sarcastic and often inappropriate attempt at humor, I was oblivious to your discomfort and pain and if I have spilled any family secrets to you other than this one please immediately forget them. Madonnart has left the stage.