Thinking Too Deeply . . . or Maybe Too Shallow?

"We all need somebody that can mend these broken bones."

Who, in our lives, is this person? Do any of us even have someone like this? Is it God, our mother, a spouse, a stranger even . . . who? Does this person have to come in a certain form; can it come in multiple forms, or must it be a single person? What about an animal, or an item?
How many people like this come in our lives? How many people like this do we lose, mess up, hurt, destroy even?
Honestly, I have only ONE solid person who can mend me when I am broken: God.
In human form, I have a few . . . Sarah, my wonderful mother, Kevin, Cheyenne, Carmen, my family . . . I know they would all do their best to help me during rough patches and hardships; my family, Sarah, and Kevin especially.


What other forms could this person come in? Could it be someone from work that you normally despise? Could it be the vermin in your backyard? Who? What?


Another question . . . WHY do we need people like this? Or something like this? Is it even a need? Maybe it is more of a want, rather than need.


Who in your life is like this for you? Who - or what - in your life mends you when you've been broken, whether it be just a crack or completely torn apart?


I could say much more about this, but my mind needs a rest. Just needed to write down a few words.