The rain is falling in buckets or as the British would say it is ‘pissing down.’ Now I love rain but many find it depressing when the sun does not shine and the clouds weep. I love to share blogs that are uplifting and positive. The primary reason for this passion is that I read so many blogs that illustrate how people are suffering. ‘It’ My Party,’… And I’ll Cry If I Want To,’ sung by Leslie Gore is an apt description of how so many feel. We were not all born with a silver spoon in our mouths and if we had one…it was horribly tarnished.

There are a plethora of reasons for feeling sad. Poor health domestic strife or financial ruin are among the chief causes. We may be attempting to be what others think we should be while the secret is locked up in the expectations of our clan. Jesus admonished us to take his yoke upon us and learn of him and in turn, we would find rest for our souls. I wonder how that is going to happen. Is Jesus going to come down from Heaven and minister to our needs? Of course, there is prayer…but prayer, when you are hungry and forgotten, is of little comfort if there is no effort by others to reach out to you and your needs.

Living under the watchful eye of Screens is not a solution for loneliness.

‘Neva J. you do not shun me or seem to be afraid of me,’ Abagail observed one day as she was a passenger in the Old 57′.

Abagail was accustomed to being ignored and people averting their eyes when she passed them pulling her shopping cart along the Eldorado sidewalk. She had one eye and the populace had named her One Eye as a mark of derision and a perverse boost to their own fragile egos.

‘You can go anywhere with me Abigal…I love you and you are my friend,’ Neva J. said with a tear in her eye.

‘I was in Vaudeville when I was young…my husband…a doctor…came to watch me perform in my show and fell in love with me,’ Abigail said. ‘Lou would take anyone as a patient and his patients loved him for it,’ Abagail continued. ‘One night a thief broke into our apartment and jumped on Lou with a knife…I wrestled the attacker to the floor and he plunged his knife into my right eye,’ she said matter of factly.

‘Tonight is Christmas Eve and you shall be my honored guest,’ Neva J. told Abagail. ‘We will have Roast Beef and mashed potatoes…I have homemade coffee cake and Merlot,’ Neva J. said with a beaming face!

Who do I know that seems to be unseen? Who has suffered alone?