As the hero moves throughout the countryside, sometimes news of his journey precedes him. The minstrels and bards pick up the tale as he moves from town to town or village to village. Suddenly, as he passes into a new territory, people already know who he is and the purpose of his quest.
Last night I received two unexpected phone calls. One was from a minister Rob knew in his youth, the second a cancer survivor from this minister's current congregation. Both had been speaking with members of Rob's family and wanted to reach out and let me know I've been added to prayer lists in their communities and that they were both thinking of me.
As open as I've been about this journey, it surprises me when strangers already know my story.
Today was quiet. I baked cookies, talked with Trudy and in general took it easy. Still getting used to being off work and haven't quite figured out what to do with myself on days without medical appointments.
Suzanne, how odd that I go to your blog for the first time on the day you talk about having strangers reach out to you. You and I aren't exactly strangers; we've met through Trudy a few times. You are defined by your friends -- and their friends -- as a writer and as someone who reaches out to and for others. It is so great that you are using those characteristics to see you through this.
ReplyDeleteYou are in so many people's thoughts and prayers. keep us all posted.
Krista (Ottawa)