If she had a label it would be ‘handle with care’. She was gentle and sensitive, very sensitive. She had a big heart, big as Texas, she loved so easily. Her smile was as big as her heart and could light up a room. Her laugh was so full of life. But she was fragile.
She cared and always wanted to help. She was a fixer. She had her very own ‘Mary Poppins’ tool kit purse’. Her heart got her in trouble. A lot. It disabled her logic. Who needed logic anyway?
The problem with a big sensitive heart is that no matter what it rarely feels full and is easily damaged. What good is a mostly empty big damaged sensitive heart that runs around fixing everyone else gonna do?