Ghostwriter
It took a child to make me understand. I was surprised when his parents helped him reach out to me from Twitter of all places. (At least that is where it all began.) He is a stranger that simply knew what needed to be said.
It’s been an interesting morning and I am glad that a child has better insight than I do. It amazes me how much persistence it took for me to finally get the message. No, God didn’t talk to me or personally toss a brick, but He sure did inspire others to reach out and help me understand things when I was wandering off on the deep dark trail. Thank you for reaching out. Thank you for listening to those still small voices that inspire. Thank you for giving me the courage to be a better person and do the best I can to be the person my Mom wanted me to be.
When a child, a stranger, read a post and went to his parents for help, I got a little miracle. And then I recognized all the little miracles I have had the past few days. To all of you who reached out to me with kindness, words of advice and positive thoughts, thanks so much for literally changing the course of not just my day, but my life. I guess I needed more than great advice, good friends and positive messages. I was so downtrodden that I needed that brick.
If you at any time see me falling into that same dark path. Go ahead and toss me a brick. I guess that is what it takes.
With much humble gratitude.
We all need what I call wake-up calls in life from time to time.
Sometimes we don’t realize we are in the darkness, or headed in that direction.
That is what friends are for.
This specific post was written about someone, not on this site and many kind people that have shown me kindness.