Am I My Sister’s Keeper?


My Sister's Keeper
My Sister’s Keeper (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All throughout History women stayed behind the scenes, on the forefront and everywhere in between. In the Bible days, up to 1920 women set quiet in the background, tending to the house,having children, and submissive to their men.

It wasn’t until 1920 that women were able to vote like men, for the first time. I am not one of those people who believe, that I’m not responsible for how I treat others. Nor can I turn away from a sister being screamed at by her man. It’s hard for me to see a woman wearing an outfit that doesn’t do anything for her figure, or wearing make-up that’s wrong for her complexion.

Sometimes, I resist the urge to help a woman wearing an old weave needing a helping hand. I love trying to fix everything around me, and stress out when I can’t. If my grandma was alive I’d ask her two questions like, “How did you survive picking cotton in the hot sun? Or how did great grandma survive life on a plantation?”

At night, I lie awake thinking about ways I help my sisters. As a Case Manager, I’m learning to listen to their stories. It doesn’t matter what color they are, or what background they came from. She’s my sister and she has a story to tell.

For this reason, I’m dedicating the next few posts to my sisters all over the world. I don’t care where they came from, what their sexual preferences are, or their race. We’re all women with amazing stories.

Follow me on this journey about amazing women, and please respond. Thanks Be Blessed!

P.S. If you haven’t read the story, “My Sister’s Keeper,” you should. It’s an excellent story of how two sister’s loved each other through sickness.

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