Broken Hearts Teach

I want to tell you something about people who have had their hearts broken.  I don’t mean a teenage crush not working out; I mean a really, truly, thoroughly BROKEN heart.  That isn’t always from a romance; in fact I think the worst ones usually aren’t.  Maybe the first man or woman they ever met broke their heart (a parent.)  Maybe a repressive, abusive religious upbringing did the damage, or being an outcast for some reason beyond their control or understanding.  Maybe their heart was broken because their child was hurt badly . . . or worse.  Maybe they have experienced loss you can’t even imagine.  Real heartbreak comes from any number of sources.  And it is amazing the degree to which people can heal and appear basically normal eventually.  If you are one of these people, then you already know this.  But for the rest of you, here is what I want to tell you about these people:
They know things that you do not. Don’t judge how they see the world using a measure calibrated with how it looks through your eyes.

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About dahnajeen

I'm Donna Jean Hunter. My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Patterson told me I was a great writer and would be an author when I grew up. She always had me read my stories to the class, and even took me around to the other classrooms to have me read to them. I'm pretty sure the other kids all hated me that year. I don't care though. I love Mrs. Patterson. Of course she did not know then about the Internet and blogging and how much of what people read would no longer be on paper when I grew up. I have had a few things published in a college literary journal, and once, for a few weeks--until it threatened to kill me with boredom and I quit--I actually received pay for working as a technical writer. But so far, I have not been able to say that I'm a writer in the sense that it is what I do for a living. I still sort of dream of that happening one day. But in the meantime, I teach high school English, and can't stop being a writer whether anyone reads it or not. I hope someone enjoys some of it.
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