Compassion
I’ve helped strangers in the past. However, presently I have been helping keep my friend’s spirits up. She made a comment that somehow I know when she needs me. That each time I have reconnect with her she’s going through a hellish experience. The first, she’d tragically lost her sister who had the same name as me. Her current situation is the worse by far. I’ve been sending her music, SNL sketches, and positive messages. I’ve explained that they have also brightened my day, made me laugh, inspire me, and reconnected me
to my past. Also, I’ve sent a few gifts that have had meaning. The first was a a coordinating top and leggings. I told her that when she wears them I have on a identical set. That they will give her the hugs I can’t because of our geographical distance. Another was a cheerful kitchen towel with a positive message she draped over a shelf. Most recently it was a sweater that was too small for me. Each time I’ve included notes on brightly paper and red hearts I’ve cut by hand. She’s set me photos of them around the house that she’s sought shelter for over a year now. She repeatedly tells me I’m her angel.