The Card
This may not seem like much to some, but I want to share it anyway.
Yesterday I received a card in the mail from a brother on this site, to let me know he was standing by me at this time.
I cried like a baby. Because it is the first piece of personal mail I ever received in my life. And because it was a tangible, I-can-feel-it link to another survivor.
It means so much to me. To be alone is to feel no hope. Since I came here, the dying ember of hope that was very nearly extinguished has become a strong flame of hope and possibility.
And the flame just grew with the kindness of this brother. Thank you.
Marc
Yesterday I received a card in the mail from a brother on this site, to let me know he was standing by me at this time.
I cried like a baby. Because it is the first piece of personal mail I ever received in my life. And because it was a tangible, I-can-feel-it link to another survivor.
It means so much to me. To be alone is to feel no hope. Since I came here, the dying ember of hope that was very nearly extinguished has become a strong flame of hope and possibility.
And the flame just grew with the kindness of this brother. Thank you.
Marc
