Today a team of powerhouses came in and packed my garage and everything except our food and our piecemeal dishes. I have bruises from head to toes, but I have faith in the common goodness.
These people didn't know me from adam, but they came dug through dust and mold and dirt and didn't complain. How do you thank genuinely nice people? What can I say? I am indebted to you for life?
One of my best friends says I am just getting back my just desserts. I put in 15 some odd years working with the disabled and elderly. I treated my clients with respect and did what they needed to go home.
So, has life been hard lately, OH YES!
Do I feel permanently traumatized? Not at all.
I feel strong and triumphant.
A little lonely perhaps, but that too will pass.
I hope from me others will see, even at the lowest point it could be worse.
You may also find the superwoman/man hiding inside!