So maybe I didn’t get lucky with my health lately, I’ve visited the hospital more times than most health care staff.
But I am extremely lucky in other ways.
It’s -20 celcius here today, bloody ass cold but sunny and either way, I can’t get out my front door.
The UPS guy drops a package on the front step and my mother in law says, ‘it’s for you.’
“huh” i say, I haven’t ordered anything, I’m not expecting anything.
I open the package to find a copy of the book, A Fine Balance, by Rohinton Mistry and the name of my dear friend Michele.
She’s been having a difficult time lately and we’ve been sending one another letters of humour and encouragement.
If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know how I would have gotten through a new school, a divorce and being an outcast at the age of twelve.
She was a young teacher with whom I had good conversations with while my classmates were chasing each other and talking about boys.
Thank you Michele, for the gift of the book and your friendship.
In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.