We, the people, are more alike than we are different. Yes, we are. Right?
This is from phonelady61. She sent it after we discovered a shared fondness for "the funnies." I sent her my homemade Beetle Bailey postcard about mail from home. I had no idea she likes comic strips or "the funnies" just like me. Try to imagine my delight, when out of the blue she sent me some great funnies--all about letter-writing. If that don't beat all I don't know what does.
Who knew I'd be depressed a few weeks later. I'd forgotten all about Charlie Brown and Linus until last night, when I was going through my mail box, searching for phonelady61's letters. I am so behind in replying. I tell you, when depression dims the lights, I tend to lose sight of a lot of important things, and no amount of groping helps. I have learned to be still and kind of ride the waves when I grow weary; but I have a balanced oar that gives me power-ups when I can find my way to rowing again. It's like being in a kayak. I'm all alone, up a creek, but I've got that paddle thing working for me down pat.
So, here I was last night, sitting in the middle of my bed, just laughing to beat the band, asking "Depression who?" And thanking all the wonderful people who chanted encouragement from along the shore via a little thing called mail. I swaney, it still seems like a miracle on an ordinary day like today. Comic strips, notecards, letters, postcards . . . Good words and wishes, silent prayers like little fishes--swimming along side, easing the currents . . .
You all are my Linus. And I am no longer ashamed of being a Charlie Brown. There's a Lucy among you, as well. I have to dub phonelady61 "my" Lucy though. I'll tell you why too. Well, as soon as I can find that other Peanuts strip that will explain it better than I ever can.
And so, I hope that Ye, the people (aka my peers and fellow letter-writers), had a wonderful Independence Day.
My nephew wrote to me this evening. They are having steak for dinner today, which is already his tomorrow. They didn't do anything special to celebrate the 4th, but "things were quiet today." To all the "my nephews" and "my nieces" around the globe: I salute you!
Love and hugs,