Through The Tulips Words of 'Wiz'dom

April 14, 2011

Train Wreck

Filed under: Life,Life's Little Hiccups,Sands of Time — gardener @ 10:54 am

Have you ever been on the outside looking in at someone who you know is a train-wreck waiting to happen, yet in spite of trying to talk to them and hope they will see what is happening- they instead pummet themselves into the victim role and refuse to see that the choices that they are making and have made are a direct result of the things that are happening in their life?  

That’s happening with someone I know right now-  It’s hard to watch and no matter what-   they don’t want to hear about making changes, even if it could mean making their problems at least maybe a little less severe.  Some wheels, once set in motion can’t be stopped, but some can at least be slowed with different choices.

It is painful to see- but we are all powerless to the choices of another.

5 Comments

  1. I think in cases like that it’s best to suffer in silence. When people are in that sort of mind space they really don’t want to hear people tell them what they should do or what they should change, even if it’s meant with the best of intentions 🙁

    Comment by Tammy (Canadutch) — April 14, 2011 @ 1:36 pm

  2. Tammy- Sadly I agree with you. It is not easy though, but all you can do is be a friend as best you can.

    Comment by gardener — April 15, 2011 @ 6:10 am

  3. That is so hard to do. It is their journey. It is horrible to watch especially when someone appears deaf to your love pointing out what you see and know. It is hard t stand by while they do whatever it is, anyway. ))hugs(((

    Comment by Maggie — April 15, 2011 @ 3:29 pm

  4. The best you can do is be there when they come to their senses. Hopefully they will do that before it is too late.

    Comment by Elisa — April 17, 2011 @ 3:03 pm

  5. Thanks y’all- I keep praying.. That’s all I can do 🙂

    Comment by gardener — April 18, 2011 @ 9:58 am

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