No Longer a Pack Mule

I'm in my third home since the beginning of the year. My most gracious friend and her husband said they are grateful they are able to give me a home and told me to feel like their home is my home, and I can stay as long as I need to. That provides me with emotional security, as I can move forward.

My parish and the people in it are being helpful too.

For so long, I felt like I carried the burden of unemployment and financial problems alone. And the relatives who did provide financial assistance also provided lectures and criticism. Hey, didn't they notice the RECESSION and UNEMPLOYMENT and ALL the FORECLOSURES that were going on this country for the past seven years or so.

Now I am not alone anymore.

I've given up a lot, and I know I'll be giving up more, but I do not have to worry about that which I have given up.

My father is in the hospital and said he's depressed. I'm going to call his friends and let them know how he is feeling. I want my dad to feel love and joy.

Last week the doctors and nurses were about to rush him off to emergency surgery. I called for a priest, and the chaplain was paged. A chaplain showed up who was not a priest. We and several nurses stood around my dad and prayed. Then the doctor determined my father did not need surgery just then! Now he is slowly getting better. Actually the chaplain gave me much emotional support.