Bessie has lived her entire life in fear.
Well, maybe that’s not entirely correct, but she’s at least lived her life just on the edge of fear. She can go from relaxed and happy to tense and terrified in a split second. She’s not just scared of people who might try to hurt her. She’s even scared of the one person in the world who’s fed her and taken care of her for two and a half years — me.
I wrote about Bessie’s sister, Molly, last week. You can read that story if you’d like, because most of it applied to Bessie, too.

Material things can be replaced, but loved ones worth far more
When voters insist on lies, politicians follow their incentives and lie
Few people want to admit it, but our society rewards conformity
Sometimes you’re not ready for a challenge, but you do it anyway
I can’t tell truth about my father unless I dig for truth about me
Until we experience awakening, we’re blind to truth in our hearts