Much better, thank you. I swam yesterday and began to get caught up with my life. I couldn’t have done it without the continuing help of my neighbours. Jeff acted as chauffeur in the morning and took me to the bank, the post office and the grocery store. He makes it seem so easy. It was easy – for me.
I have always tried to be independent, mostly because I had to be. I couldn’t sit around and rot while waiting for others to help me. Also, I hate to be a burden. Well, aren’t we all? Burdens, I mean. So I am learning to be a burden and to say thank you.
My neighbours are so gracious in their giving. They made me think of lines from The Prophet (Khalil Gibran 1883-1931). I looked them up and it’s a good thing; I thought the fragrance was that of a laurel tree; it was the myrtle.
"There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.
And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;
They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.
Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth."