…and then I went outside just now, and our mail carrier had come, and inside my mailbox were no fewer than three cards, all from dear friends, each telling me that when they count blessings on Thanksgiving, I am one of those blessings, and they wanted to make sure I knew it.
I am humbled. I don’t know what to say. Just when I was reeling from the cruelty, in comes love to soothe and heal. I wish I had sent Thanksgiving cards to all of them as well, for I am so grateful for these 3 expressions of love, especially with such exquisite timing.
All three cards are now taped in my kitchen doorway and I will look at them and re-read them all the time. To those three friends – and to all who support me and hold me up when I don’t have the strength — thank you.
The Never Normal 
Damn. I never thought to send a card…to anyone. But I hope you feel right to your toes, the difference you have made in my life, and I am sure the life of others. I love you, I feel privileged to have met you. I think it was more than serendipity that we were in the same place at the same time. You have made me a better person for having known you. Put that in your pocket and know that Martie Malan is so lucky…and I wish I lived next door, too!
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Amy, isn’t it wonderful when timing works the way it’s supposed to? I was so angry when I read your last post, thinking of all the judgey, horrible people out there, and one in particular that is really making me feel terrible, pushing all those insecurity buttons I like to keep hidden. In the spirit of the season, I refrained from venting, and just went about my business, only to log on and find this. Our friends & family that love us — they are the ones that matter. Thanks for this great reminder. Love to you!
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Amy, oh Amy, this post is making me realize that the love and support of good friends can make the impossible seem possible! Please know that even though I only see you twice a year that you are always in my thoughts and in my heart. May all of us who know you realize how lucky we are to have met you and be a part of your life’s journey.
It really is a season of thanks and I thank you for your friendship.
Happy Thanksgiving,
Patti
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“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” Theodore Roosevelt
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