real you

just read something on the newspaper today while eating breakfast.
It was talking about a family's a victim of the Victorian bushfire and how they lost their home. The only thing that they took away with them are guess what? Not money, not bankcard, not passports. BUT photos. Photos which frame up countless of memories.
Then there was this mother who 'instinctively' so as to say, took with her, amongst all things, her daughter's old doll. Just because she knew that her daughter needed to hug the doll to sleep every night.

Isnt that so sweet? What they were all reaching out for and treasured most are relationship... Relationship and not to say the least, memories, which rise as the superior. It was once said..

People accept you for the REAL you, for when you loose your hair, your wrinkles appear, there's nothing to be afraid when you are the real you. Because this is the you who everyone comes to understand of....
hmm how true is it aye