Touched

I'm repeatedly touched by the many kindnesses that keep popping up to brighten my Voldemort life. Today, a sensitive gift and sweet, sweet note left in my door made the sun shine for me. It was the fourth surprise this week! I've had conversations, cards, gifts, calls, meals, substitutions, hugs, blog comments, blankets, drive-by's, stops-mid-walk, flowers--all encouraging me to stay positive, offering help for every need imaginable. We have the neatest neighbors, family and friends! I don't know that I always think about what my own struggling loved ones might need. My nature is to avoid "imposing", thereby shrinking to the most invisible zero of a person that I can possibly manage while people I care a lot about are suffering. I'm not so sure anymore that "invisibility" is as helpful as "any thing" one can do to express support. Every singe thing that has been done for me has lightened my burden somehow. It's remarkable! I want to be this lifting person for someone else. Interestingly enough, some of the most meaningful things that have been done for me have come from people who, themselves, have endured unbelievable difficulties. Maybe adversity is one way to learn compassion. I'm getting this good, good lesson in "receiving" to teach me to be a better "giver". I 'm never going to forget these people, or the things they've done for me. (If you're reading this, I'm talking about you!)