When I was a little boy of 3, I had a habit of throwing a fit when anything happened I didn’t like. Most of the time it was because I wanted to do something myself and a grownup did it and didn’t let me. So I’d throw my hands up and start crying loud as I could and I’d run down the hall and find a corner somewhere to go and cry.

So this one time I was running flat out down the hall, and my grandma stepped out of her room and scooped me up in her arms. My arms and legs kept running in the air, and grandma just held onto me tight. She didn’t let me wiggle away. The whole time she kept saying “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Pretty soon I stopped screaming and kicking and thrashing around. She held onto me and it turned into a hug. And then she said it again, and it was good news, and it was true.

2 thoughts on “You’re Okay

  1. thank you for sending this, need to hear it once in awhile. How are you , hoping you are ok too. Richard getting around ok? Life here is kind of sliding into my 77 yr old abilities…take a nap, go see 97 yr old mom still in her apt. with my brother, kids are busy with own lives, some don’t like me much anymore, such goes life. I wish you the sun and warmth and love Roseanne, you are one of the best!!!! Hugs!

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