We are all connected… every conversation matters…
My brother called me recently with tears in his eyes/voice, to read me a letter he had just received from our niece. It went something like this:
Seven years ago you were inspired to call me.
You didn’t know it was the day after my divorce, and when you called, I was in panic mode.
I was wondering what would happen to me next, worrying where I could live and how on earth
I could possibly manage to take care of myself and my children.
You took time to listen, and then you asked me a question.
You asked me if the next 4 years would pass by regardless of the choices I made.
I said yes.
So you told me to focus on what was most important,
and to go get an education that would give me the ability
to take care of myself and my family without depending on anybody else.
So I did. I went to school, and it was really, really, really hard.
Today, I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing,
I am a licensed Registered Nurse,
and I am working in the State of Oregon.
And I am very grateful for my Uncle, who didn’t know what I was going through, but who felt inspired to call me – and who listened, and then told me what he thought I should do.
And did it. Thanks a Million”
We are all connected.