Several Friends Stopped By...

Several Friends stopped by in my dark hour. There I was…in the hole:
Apathy – looks down into the hole, with those big blue eyes to ensure me everything would be just fine…, she shrugs, and she wanders off.
Sympathy arrives – peers over the edge, eyes red and puffy – and issues quivering words of lament…sniffles and withdraws - he’s gone
Charity – shouts down that things could be worse, suggests my donation would help, so I toss up the change I find deep in my pockets
Empathy – stares over the hole anxiously - the spreads a broad smile and jumps right in with me!
Enlightenment – shakes his head smugly and throws down a flashlight so I could better see my troubles…just lots of dirt…the batteries die
And after some welcome solitude, Free-Will shows up…silently lowers down a thin and feeble string with a note that reads simply… “YOU CAN FLY”  

And so I did.  And as I looked down from above to scan the terrain, and saw holes everywhere.
So, I started cutting strands of string…and writing notes… Here’s one for you…