Malaria

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March 18
    
    Malaria 
    
    Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility.  I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected.  I’m not sure what I think will happen to me in this posture; instantaneous death? Couldn’t be, I’m not that lucky, nor am I foolish enough to think that I am that lucky.  Possibly, I fear rancorous humiliation, but really who is powerful enough to do that to me?  I know and like myself well enough to deflect obvious flying nonsense, so what is it that I do flee?  I think it is the endless grinding inelegance of life, the stinging nettled nature of things, my inability to weave my way around my weakness and slip into the open unpoisoned.  I fear exchanging peace for failure.  Humility is when I know I cannot fail.                                       
    
    
    Be conscience of judgment and try not to react to it
    
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    You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
    http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane
    http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriaultAll Rights Reserved

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March 18
    
    Malaria 
    
    Flailing, reaching, screaming; hiding, avoiding, misdirecting, theses are subsets in a list of extremes whose commonality is lacking, lacking humility.  I fall to pieces just thinking of standing exposed, imperfect and unprotected.  I’m not sure what I think will happen to me in this posture; instantaneous death? Couldn’t be, I’m not that lucky, nor am I foolish enough to think that I am that lucky.  Possibly, I fear rancorous humiliation, but really who is powerful enough to do that to me?  I know and like myself well enough to deflect obvious flying nonsense, so what is it that I do flee?  I think it is the endless grinding inelegance of life, the stinging nettled nature of things, my inability to weave my way around my weakness and slip into the open unpoisoned.  I fear exchanging peace for failure.  Humility is when I know I cannot fail.                                       
    
    
    Be conscience of judgment and try not to react to it
    
    *
    You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
    http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane
    http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

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