When I woke up on Saturday, I felt so…alone.  I had a choice…I could go through my day being a need machine, or I could open my eyes and realize that I am not alone.  I took the latter choice.

I have been blessed with people who love me and who take care of me.

My family takes care of me the best way that they can.  I’m learning to accept them for who they are.  I can’t change them or their reactions, so I am trying not to be cut emotionally by their words spoken out of pain or fear or whatever else is going on in them.

I have friends who listen to me, give me tools to improve my life.  One of my friends has lent me his car until my car gets repaired.  I’m fortunate to have someone in my life who is willing and able to do that for me.  And that is only the tip of the iceberg.

To whom much is given much is required…and I’ve been given a lot.