That’s how the email started.
She said I told her once that every Thursday I have a meltdown. I do sort of. The web gets quieter. The world gets slower. I lose my bearings a little. I wonder about the weekend that’s coming. I think too much about where my world could be heading.
Maybe that’s because I think too much, or maybe it’s because I was born on Thursday.
But then she sent this email to me. She who has plenty of her own stuff, her own world of worries. She took a moment to remember there is a me on this planet. She took a second to see me. She made me a person.
She came along like a breeze, like a sun-kissed flower and simply said, “It’s Thursday, Liz. You told me once . . .” I started sitting taller, feeling smarter, knowing life was right. God is in his heaven and angels really are everywhere. I can believe again.
All in all, that makes a Thursday a special day indeed.
That's the power we can give away for free.
It's amazing really.
− me strauss Letting me be