And then there was the time an octopus asked for my help

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Sometimes you read something a blogger wrote and you think, “I want you to be my friend. Maybe my best friend. Maybe you could even adopt me.” That’s how I felt this morning when I dipped into Vanessa-Jane Chapman’s blog and found this heartbreaking post. I know just how it feels to see a wrong … to fantasize about doing something to right it … even to INTEND to do something … but instead to walk away. Because it’s too hard, or I’m too busy / broke / overwhelmed / distracted just then, or I simply don’t know what to do.

No matter how good the excuses may be, the shame sticks with you forever. In the long run, it’s better to just grit your teeth and tilt at those bloody windmills.

And then there was the time an octopus asked for my help.

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About Belladonna Took

Into my second half-century and still trying to figure out what to be when I grow up. Born South African, naturalized American, at constant risk of losing my balance and landing ass-first in the Atlantic. A wife, a mom, a daughter and sister, kind of a grandma. Until recently a full-time dog rescuer, now more concerned with rescuing myself. User of dog hair as accessory, decor and garnish. Technical writer, strategic thinker, occasional entrepreneur. Voiceless poet and storyteller. Born again Christ-follower and former missionary schoolteacher chewing on some uncomfortable questions. Ignorer of rules, challenger of assumptions, believer in miracles. Skeptical libertarian, equal opportunity despiser of politicians and assholes. Gonnabe gardener, wannabe beekeeper, Monsanto-hating tree-hugger. Morbidly obese chocaholic, with a horse I don't ride because I might break him, and if not he would probably break me.

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