I have one more story, and I truly hope it is taken in the spirit of understanding, as that is the spirit of the offering.
My life has changed considerably in one year's time, and part of that change has been the inclusion of my Mother In Law as part of my immediate family.
Her home was one block off the lake, and it's pretty much gone. So she is living in our livingroom, with our blessings and thanksgiving too.
She is "company oriented" and I am a solitary sort of creature, so there has been some adjustments to be made.
Let me introduce you to "Bettie"--she is, um, maybe five feet tall, and less than 130 lbs. She came to us with a broken hip, and quite frail. Now, if you choose to armwrestle her under most circumstance, you could call her "weak".
But I have witnessed this phenomenon, and I tell you, that if you dare to stand between her and a carton of Shrimp Fried Rice, you could have to have the strength of a linebacker to keep her from it, but I would put my money on Bettie. Nod. Yer gonna go down.
I have watched her nudge and push to the front of many of a buffet line, and at first glance, you might judge her as crude, rude, or even worse.
Perhaps you might even put it down to a physical problem of being very hungry, compounded by diabetes. That would be true.
You might just shrug and say, "What a very rude old woman." And nod, by her actions, that would be equally true.
But if you took the time to talk to her, and I do mean a few months--you would learn that when she was a child, her father died, and her mother was forced to go to work. This was a time when if you had no supporting extended family, daycare for working mothers was nil.
So her mother dropped her off at St. Ann's oprhanage--every single day. Every single day, this child had no idea if her mother was returning for her. In fact, she was there so often someone actually tried to adopt her!
Now, I know she doesn't know why she turns into Kyle Turley in a buffet line--but I understand that it is a combination of being very hungry (she is diabetic) and a fear of not getting her fair share of food.
And yanno? Any other time of day, she is gentle and sweet and understanding, but if you want to keep her from her Chinese Food, you'd best go into training.
That's what I meant by perspective, lovie.
Sometimes the truth is a combo.