Dear Lonely Hearted

I have no idea if you will ever see this, I truly hope that you do. The comment you left has caused a stir, so many have contacted me about you, all wanting to know how to help you. Your comment caused many to hurt for you, no one should feel that isolated and alone.

If you do read this, may I asked what prompted you to move to that particular town? I realize you said you had become broken, and if it was only the hospital, I understand. However, I would be interested in hearing why else.

My friend, whom I have spoken about here many times, Brain Wheel has gone through much of what you have. Three years ago a drunk driver ran him and his motorcycle down. She drug him 100 yards before he was dislodged from her jeep. She left him for dead. He laid in the road for a long while before someone stopped to help. He is now paralyzed from the waist down. His friends slowly disappeared. They stopped calling, stopped coming by to see him. Husband and I became friends after the accident. He came to Husband for help building a trike. The three of us became fast friends. We never knew him walking, only the chair. To us, it didn't matter. My point is, there are some of us out there that do accept people how they come. Just because you are disabled doesn't mean we see you as having less to offer in a friendship. I merely broke, I shouldn't say merely but compared to others my injury is much less, my leg. Yet I too experienced a similar abandonment. It is a hard way to weed out people toxic to your life.

Small towns can by difficult when you are new. They can be just as hard living there your entire life and being the odd one.

The comments I have received about what you said my dear lonely hearted are reaching out to you. Several would like to be a pen pal. One lady told me that she would love to hear about your chipmunks. These notes have been sent to me from all over the world. Japan, Ireland, England, Switzerland and here in the United States. It isn't pity. It's a deep emotional understanding. They are giving and loving folks that in all honesty have kept me sane and feeling loved in my most desperate times of my life. We don't always agree, in fact can get into heated arguments, but in the end we still care for each other and each others families.

I know it isn't local. And I know that sometimes a face and a touch are much needed. But so too is someone that you can write to. That is willing to reach out virtually and be there to listen, to lol! at the silliness of a squirrel. To be able to have a passionate disagreement with and still have the friendship in the morning. They want to be there for you. I would like to be there for you.

Please, email me and we can talk without the world watching. And if you want, I can introduce you to others. Our community is a small one, we need to look out for one another.