I have been writing for the world to read now for five weeks. I am just astounded every day, when I see how many people are actually reading my posts. I used to sit in school, clear back to my elementary days, I can remember, and doodle. Remember doing this? When you are bored with a topic being discussed, or just can’t seem to concentrate. You would rather be outdoors, or out of this door? What did you used to do when you were bored in school? I remember when there was a class assignment about writing, the moans heard in all directions, but I couldn’t wait to get home and start writing my so-called master piece. I would write a few lines, not like it, wad my piece of paper into a ball, and play hoops into the trash can. Soon, though, some creative idea would pop in my head, like a light bulb coming on. In no time at all, I had my paper ready, with all the misspelling, and wrong punctuation marks included. I would turn it in the next day, beaming from ear to ear, knowing inside I was going to get some kind of reward. The teacher would take it, as she did all others, mixing mine in with the rest, like it was not anything special, although I knew it was. This happened year after year all through out my school days. Sometimes I got an A on the top of my papers, sometimes an A plus a few red lines through out the topic. Sometimes I even got two gold stars on top, plus an A. I would race home to show it to my parents, and mom would give me a pat on the back, and post it on the front door of the refrigerator, right in the middle, so we could see it all the time. As I got older, my topics turned to boys, and friends, and dreams about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I guess I have always enjoyed writing, but never thought it was good enough to show anyone. I had a special blue folder in my bedroom that I kept them for a long time. Now today, I write more about my personal life. Things that are going on today. People that are involved with me. I receive comments from so many nice people. I get comments from the every day housewife, professional people, writing authors, singer song writers, comments from other countries, even high school kids. I am just amazed, and so humbled when I read each one. As most of you realize by now, I take care of my brother. He is mentally challenged, has CAD, Parkinson’s and Dementia. I have come to look to all of you as my friends. I have come to lean on all of you for my emotional support. I have more than one purpose now to my life. To continue to follow in God’s footsteps, to continue to care for my brother with much love and patience, adding some laughter somewhere in that recipe, if possible, and to realize how lucky I truly am, how truly blessed, to be here at home, and to have acquired more friends than I ever dreamed. Prayers are said, hope is given, sadness is shared. I am truly a lucky gal. Thank you bloggers. Thank you for changing my life, and making me a part of yours.