Forget a Spoonful of Sugar…

So far I’ve had two people call me today to cheer me up in my moment of distress:

The first being my Uncle Ben - I’d asked him to call because I needed some encouragement, and the first words out of his mouth were “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Good ol’ Beans, looking out for me all the time.

We talked for nearly an hour, and he kept telling me funny stories (“Here, this one will cheer you up…”) that made me feel loads better. I was mainly down due to my mistake of breaking my glasses, and the toothache had been only a brief irritation (thank God), so hearing Ben’s stories (let alone his voice) was the medicine I desperately needed.

The second call was from a dear friend who saw my FB status about my condition and called to see if I was ok…while he was at work.

I am blessed.

Thank you for your prayers so far - I’m feeling a lot better (physically, mentally, and spiritually), and I’ll have my dad superglue my glasses for the time being while I work on getting some new ones.

Now I just have to figure out what style…