A Word Of Thanks….

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Ok. I’ll admit it. I’ve never been exactly what you’d call a people person. It’s not that I don’t like people, it’s that I don’t understand people. I can’t relate to many people. I have a hard time interacting with people because of this. So I paste on a smile, nod my head at the appropriate times in a conversation, and people never see the real me.

These days, all you ever seem to ever hear about are the bad people in the world. The people who hurt others without guilt or remorse. The bullies. The evil people. The terrorists. The people who step on others simply just to get ahead in their own lives. The people so self-centered that they have no idea that the things that they do can have a negative effect on others. The people who lock dogs and children in cars on hot days. The neglectful parents and pet parents. The people who feel the need to lie and cheat others to justify their own lives. You get the jist.

In my life, I’ve had a lot of first hand experience with these sort of people. A LOT of experience. Over the years, I’ve let it sour me on people. I’ve let it jade me on people. I’ve even closed myself off to a lot of people a long the way that I probably should have opened up to, simply to avoid being hurt. For this, I am wholeheartedly sorry.

Recently, I was taught a very valuable lesson about people. My dearly loved cat, and best friend in the world, Caramel was diagnosed with bladder stones. It sounded so harmless, bladder stones. Then I learned how painful and life threatening it can be. I was told that she needed surgery. I was faced with the possibility of losing my best friend.

I’m not the sort of person who ever asks anyone for help. With anything. Ever. Blame it on my stubbornness. Blame it on my lack of faith in people. Blame it on my pride. Blame it on the experiences that taught me to never rely on people because they’ve always let me down, or I pushed them away before they could. For all these reasons and more…the point is…I’m not in the habit of asking for favors.

That all changed when I was told about Caramel’s condition. I was lost. I was terrified. I was desperate. To help her, I would do anything, including swallow my pride and ask for help. So that’s what I did.

What I got, however, was completely unexpected. From you, an elite group of very special people, I received an outpouring of love and support like nothing I’ve ever experienced. You took the time out of your own lives to care about what was happening in mine. You showed more love, more compassion, more caring for my baby, Caramel and I than I had even thought possible. Some of you even brought me to tears with your actions and words. I’m simply awed by you.

I can never begin to thank you all. I don’t even know if words exist enough to express the level of gratitude that I have in my heart to you. Not just for what you all have done to help my baby, but what you have done to help me.

I am not the same person that I was just under two weeks ago. I no longer feel so alone. I no longer feel so isolated. I no longer feel so hopeless. I’m not ashamed to reach out and ask for help. (Although, I won’t make a habit of it, I promise!) Your overwhelming love and support have shown me that there are still exceptionally good people in this world. I needed to be reminded of that.

Thank you for helping my baby!! Thank you for your gifts, your thoughts, your prayers. Most of all, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for renewing my faith in people. I will never forget what you all have done.

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