Certo che la vita è davvero severa.
Non voglio pronunciare luoghi comuni tipo che sia crudele, che siamo nati per soffrire, che non esiste più la mezza stagione... Vediamo invece di essere più concreti.
Di lezioni, che siano di zucchero o di olio di ricino, ce ne riserva a decine e, ammettiamolo pure, al 100esimo cucchiaino di fiele pensiamo di esserci now cut their teeth. We are more prepared, we have wider shoulders, better endure the beatings ...
Then came a call from friends who want a good soul ... they tell you of a death in their family. It warned in the voice of all the pain, the tragedy consists of, you describe how it was ... And biceps inflated by "gym of suffering" collapses with a loud pssssss ...
I do not know what to do. Let's find
plumbing in the house, when maybe they would like to stay with the family at such a time. It seems to me inappropriate.
sends him a telegram. But it will not be a bit 'too aloof? He knows "we share in your pain from afar" as far as possible.
We go to funerals. Even if the deceased we (I think) saw only once. It is true, we go for the living not the dead ... but the rest of parentame alive and kicking us out to be not too much? Do not disturb their pain?
It 'just as you would like to show as much as possible your participation and your sincere affection, you do not know how to get on.
the end no matter what you do is right ... or is wrong. It depends on which side you look at it. The only
biceps are the love of life and the instinct of the moment.
Who loves you know what you mean and why. All other ... Well, at least give them something to discuss.
Memories from the blog Red Fish 
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