I felt every piece of this poem-this was a photo of me last December.

Only one thing made the difference: the simple kindness of one person who bothered to make sure I was okay and left three beautiful words on my blog site...luring me away from the window ledge so to speak...and I will always think of him like a "big brother." He and his wife are in my prayers.

Don't give up... there is always hope. The other day I was so horribly sad... about all the loss in my family. The only one who noticed was a grocery clerk bagging my items. He gently patted my shoulder and privately smiled.

He understood. And that understanding and small pat meant everything.

Isaiah 43:1 ..

aw that is so sad - betcha it would be cool as hell set to music tho