Relief at the other end of the line

I woke up this morning still reeling from the difficulty of last night.  Sprout woke up as his usual, cheerful self – a testament to how much more resilient he is than I’ll ever be. 

A few hours later I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize.  Uncharacteristically, I answered it.  It turned out to be a woman who I exchanged numbers with a couple months ago at a foster parent seminar.  Out of the blue she got the urge to follow-up and give me a call.  Can you believe her timing?  We sat and talked like old friends; she told me stories about the many children who have been through her home and I told her about the heartbreak in mine.  She commiserated, reassured, and gave me perspective I was lacking.  And thanks to her following a whim, I found myself back on my feet again.  Everyday miracles…they happen, well, every day.

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One Comment to “Relief at the other end of the line”

  1. Wow, really great to have that support (both ways). Glad today is looking better.

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