UNSEEN HANDS

I got a little weepy yesterday. You read about it in my Memorial Day post. Got a little down...a little selfish...a little angry.

Then I got up this morning and read the comments and the emails from you. And I'm humbled and a little bit ashamed.

Because there you are, with burdens of your own...in some instances burdens I know for a fact are greater than my own, and you reach out to me and hold me up on a day I felt weak.

I am grateful to you. I am blessed that you joined this small circle of generous, caring folks.

Thank you for reaching out to right me as I stumbled.

Without friends the world is but a wilderness. - Francis Bacon