Without you, we'd have been cooked, which would have been almost as bad as driving over the edge of the Grand Canyon. On behalf of myself, my friend, her dog, and all foolish drivers, I belatedly thank you.
Everyone has a story. I think we all forget that sometimes. As we run our errands, fill up our gas tanks, wait in traffic, we dismiss nameless faces who carry stories just like ours. There are common threads among all of us.
With a jolt of gratitude, I realize that I will walk into my new quarters on two legs and care for myself with two capable hands. My body is up to the task, supported by an ever more creative mind and an undaunted spirit.
There are many aspects of the self. Some rush forward eagerly into new, unknown challenges. Others hang behind and resist. This inner conflict has always been present, but now it is trying to resolve itself.