So, let's be honest for a minute here. There are people who chat who we honestly can't tolerate, if they were on fire, we'd roast marshmallows or hotdogs over them while they burned. (my attempt at humor)
But, and this is the biggest but I have ever typed regarding chat, there are people, a certain select few, who are more than chat "people." They are angels.
These are people who wouldn't know you if they fell over you, and yet, when your life has hit rock bottom, there they are, in your whisper. They know nothing at all about you, your life, your fears, your sorrows, your problems, I mean the know nothing at all. But somehow they feel your pain, ( I call those people empaths) and they offer to listen.
These aren't even people you are particularly close to, but, for whatever reason, God sent these people to you, to listen. No, they are the not the solution to whatever is happening to you, they simply care, they see your hurt, they feel it, and they offer their shoulder, their hand, their ears.
I hate sharing anything about my life with anyone in chat. I seem to think that if I say everything is perfect, well then, it must be. I don't want people in my business so they can make a joke out of whatever is happening to me. I'm strong, I'm tough, I can fix anything with no help from anyone, thank you very much. I seem to have forgotten, that I am human, and sometimes, it is okay for me to not be as strong as I think I should be.
I guess, much to my dismay, I have been looking at people through a very negative eye. That says a lot about me, and, this past week has been a huge learning lesson. Not everyone is an asshole, and their are very kind, compassionate people out there, all you have to do is open the door and let them in.
The people who I am not going to name, they know who they are, (plus I don't want them to get big heads) Thank you, I know you will recognize yourselves.
Thank you just doesn't seem to be enough to say to any of you, but, thank you is all I have. Please remember this is a 2 way street, if you need me, I am there for you as well. I may not know what size bloomers I wear, but I always remember a kindness.
With love, and gratitude,
MJ
