In a recent dream I had one of my granddaughters got lost in
a crowd. She was walking right behind me
and when I turned around she had disappeared.
I began running back up the broad steps we were descending,
searching for her in a mass of people. I
was frantic but finally spied her a short distance ahead and scrambled to get
to her. Just as I got to her I saw a man
in front of me reaching out to grab her.
The stranger put his hand on her as I caught up to him. I pulled him away, put my hand on his
shoulder and said quietly, ‘If you harm her, I will kill you’.
I woke up then and knew I had meant every word I had
said.
I was a little surprised at my ready willingness to
kill. I am not normally a combative
person, but in that dream, and in my life, I know that some things are worth
fighting--even killing or dying--for.
Most things, however, are not.
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