Sometimes we just can’t make it on our own….

Is bad luck coincidence or can it be traced back to one of those ‘ you must forward to at least five people emails’, or a lost dream catcher bracelet, walking over drains and so on? Microcosim – Macrocosim, there’s a part in Shakesphere’s Macbeth after he kills Duncan the King, Act II Scene 4 where Ross and the old man converse about the turning of nature

Old Man
‘Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that’s done.
On Tuesday last,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked and killed

Ross
And Duncan’s horses – a thing most strange and certain
Beautious and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending ‘gainst obedience, as the would make war with mankind

Old Man
‘Tis said they did eat each other.

So the last few days have been strange – I walked into a fight between three teenage boys at a bus terminal 2 against 1. The boy’s legs couldn’t hold him standing afterwards. Girl gets a serious bout of food poisoning and strangest of all I get an SOS from an old friend who’s been sectioned – that last… I don’t know – it’s just tough. I called, we talked, I felt useless - I said I’d call back – I did – and the phone went unanswered, which to be honest was a relief. How can I say that….

i guess today we all seem to forget that, sometimes we just can’t make it on our own.