Just a comment about hate. I once hated a man whose name would drive me nearly insane with rage. Then I read somewhere that if the person you hate, knows he is occupying so much space in your mind, the hated one will rejoice. Just knowing someone hates me and is stewing in the acid of hatred would make me rejoice if I wanted to cause grief for that person.
In 1992 I was laid up in a Hospital for 8 days, in a drug induced fog. I hurt for 3 days more after discharge from the Hospital. It dawned on me then that material things are not as important as loved ones: That avoiding visits to friends and loved ones because of work or stinginess was foolish! One day as the pain drug was wearing off, and I was watching the clock to get the next shot, I read that some of my stocks (Wal-Mart and Pepsi) had risen in value. It came to me then that an acre of diamonds would be meaningless if I was in pain.
In short, hate hurts the hater. Don't let the acid of hate eat you up. I'm not "advising" anyone here, but I could never get a good nights sleep if hatred was in my mind.
Oh: As for the job I couldn't leave? Well, they got along just fine without me while I was laid up. I checked with the Airlines just before Christmas and bought a ticket to see my Mother and Grandaughter. I'm glad I did, because Mom had a near fatal stroke the following March. After that, sometimes she knew me but most times she did not. She was that way for the next 6 years....
