How does one learn to live life? Is it in the way we were raised? Is it the choices we make? Is it how we perceive things? She was not raised like this. No one would make choices to feel like this and perception is reality, no? If her scars were on the outside instead of on the inside, she would be immediately raced to a hospital. The room would fill with doctors and nurses scurrying to make her lively. But the scars remained on the inside so the world did not see the wounds. The pain remained unseen and the rush for help was nowhere to be found.
The Book of Ezra gives the story of the rebuilding of the temple in Jerusalem. Obviously it had been torn down, destroyed by enemies. The Book of Nehemiah portrays how he led in the rebuilding of the wall of Jerusalem. He had been an official, an aide to the King of Persia, but was given a leave of absence to direct in this project. Both Ezra and Nehemiah were challenged by enemies who wanted to defeat their project. Nehemiah also brought about some social reforms, including the halting of the Jews from charging interest on loans to their fellow Jews.
Out of another I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my imaginative power and habit of story-making, a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I try.