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Road Workers and Saviors

     I think the road worker was drunk. You're looking to be saved, and you have followed all of the signs, but you have definitely come to the wrong place. Someone should fire that guy because the sign for Heaven should be going the other way. I do not have wings, and I cannot fly. I am not perfect, and am about as far from as they come. You look to be saved, but I am still figuring out how to save myself if I am being honest. I will carry you as far as I am able, but when I fall short- I apologize in advance.
     I wish I could solve your problems, and take your load, but I am only one person. I will offer you a hand, and the seeds I hope you will use to nourish your body, and carry you the right way on the path to someone better equipped, but if you choose to merely feed them to the birds, or throw them in the dead of the night, and exhaust my resources until I have nothing to give either of us, then I am useless.
     Though the road worker was drunk, and you have come here- you must keep going. I realize you blame your trials- but don't let them define you. .Don't let the fact that the road has been shitty determine that the road will continue to be shitty, YOU ARE BETTER THAN THAT. You DESERVE better than that. You are more than that. I cannot be your savior because only you can choose to save yourself. I don't want to walk away from you, but sometimes knowing health, is in realizing that the only way to save the world is to let it sometimes save itself.

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