I’m wordless, breathless, and blown away by the amazing humanness and heartfulness being bestowed upon me generously like a much starved for morning dew or a short rainfall in the midst of a lip-chapping earth-cracking desert.

In America, where I get quite a few of blank stares for my being straightforward (a quality much valued and appreciated where I am from), the majority of people are so clinging to the cliched expressions of politeness that it doesn’t even strike them that while they are emitting the sounds that they think make them look polite, they are being obnoxiously loud in how indifferent they actually are to actually being thankful or sorry or happy or sad or anything else.

It’s not what you say. Or, rather (as to not to appear like I am against politeness), not only what you say.  It is [also] what you do.

I don’t know how I got all these friends around me that extend their hand in actually helping out in a way that they can.

Anyone who knows me well, know that I am extremely independent and I don’t count on anyone but myself.  But ,men, does it feel so overwhelmingly great to feel the friends do something to support you in shitty times!

This goes to you (you know it very well who you are).  I can promise to DO everything I can in return to show my gratitude to all of you and hopefully you will feel my hand supporting you when you are in need of it, just like I am feeling yours now.

I love you. THANK YOU.

N