By now I would think that I would be used to the diversity of the people that contact me. The truth is, there are times I open my email and just stare at the name on the email in my inbox. Usually, I just think it must be someone spamming me and that can’t really be who it is. Slowly, and ever so gently, I click on the email title and wait as the internet responds, anticipating some kind of advertisement…
Today’s email turned out to be exactly who the address said it was. I read the email slowly and I felt overwhelmed by the nature of the message and who had written it. It was a wonderful message of support and heartfelt thanks for telling my story. She also quoted a couple passages I had written in my book which were close to her heart.
Sometimes we tend to forget, or not take in, that even though others are in positions that seem so much above the rest of us, they too have feelings, emotions and situations which are involved. The letter writer asked me what she could do to help and I simply asked her to please loan out my book to anyone she feels could use the message that it contains. That’s really what it is all about, getting the message out there that we are all in this together and give hope to others.
Indeed, we are all in this together.