It's funny how things come to me later...after I have written a couple of times already on a topic. I was just going to say that, while there were many people who knew I was hurting and didn't help, there were many who, simply, did not know.

When I was injured and bored and laying on the couch day in and day out, it became easy for me to notice how much time was in a day.  How slowly the clock ticked.  It was easy for me to notice everything and keep up with everyone via facebook....I had time to read every post and email several times over.  So naturally, I began to feel that others had the same amount of time...which was not at all the case.

I write this to say, that not all the people I was initially disappointed in for not helping me were as in the "know" as I thought they were.  Because they have lives they are living. Lives like mine...going 60 miles an hour.  I have to admit, my blinders are on more to the plight of others when I am overwhelmed with day to day events. I guess I got a little dose of self-importance when I was sick. It has been a gradual process, but I have begun to forgive those who probably never really knew I needed help.  I'll never know for sure, but I should give some of them the benefit of the doubt.

Tracy