Teddy grahams

Yesterday I was cleaning and I found my old teddy bear. I used to love that bear when I was little. I would carry it wherever I went. School, market, laundry mat wherever I went teddy went to. It was my best friend. As I got older I stopped carrying teddy around and would leave him home more and more. My parents would say “hey you’re leaving teddy behind.”  My best friend,  who was my road dog, my ace, my number one I used him and then I forgot all about him. I found other toys that I thought were better were newer, shinier, had more bling and left poor rusty dusty teddy in the closet.  Part of me found it embarrassing to be carrying that old bear around because he had lost is “teddy appeal”. He was no longer attractive to the eye as you might say.

Sometimes in life,  even when get older we treat people like my teddy. We have people who’ve been there through the hard times in life and when we think they no longer serve a purpose we discard them. We may not do it purposefully but never the less we forgot about those that had our back from the very start. We pull them out when we need them but just as soon as they’ve completed their task we cast them away again. They too have lost their “teddy appeal”. Our other friends don’t like them, they aren’t attractive enough, or we just are embarrassed to be seen with them. But never the less when we need something we just reach deep in that closet and call them up.

It’s important for us to remember that unlike my teddy bear people have feelings.  And also unlike my teddy bear humans are fragile and can’t be mended so easily.  You can’t use a needle and thread to sew up a heart so be careful not to tear it.