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.

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Authenticity the only path that connects us to people we need
Who are you trying to impress? Answer may explain who you are
Bias, incompetence or manipulation? Things aren’t always what they seem
No matter how admired you are, your work won’t make you special
A bully picked a fight that night — and now I’m dreaming about it
Foolish pride often keeps us from having what we need most in life
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Be very afraid of men (or women) who question your patriotism