I hope I can write a coherent blog post as I am currently on some pain killers prescribed post-surgery. I had my torn meniscus repaired two days ago on Friday, November 18th. That date is already important to me as it's the anniversary of my mother's death; hard to believe it's been eight years. Anyway, I was home from the out-patient hospital a short time Friday afternoon when a neighbor came over to see me. She had a small bouquet of roses she'd clipped form her rose bush and a card. They had nothing to do with my surgery however, as she hadn't even known I was having it! This dear lady had read my book this summer and remembered that November 18th was special to me. Thus the flowers and card. I determined then that I'd have to write about this sweet gesture when I next recorded my reflections here. After all, I believe that people (some call them angels!) are among the life preservers God sends to help us. I'm glad I waited to write this though since an hour ago her husband showed up at my door with a bag of home-made oatmeal cookies. His wife had attached a note: "How's the pain level?" with three "smily" faces denoting happy to sad. I joked that I would gladly "Take two and call her in the morning." Talk about pain-killers! Is there anything better than the thoughtfulness of others? One more indicator of how connected we are and one more thing to be grateful for as we look ahead to Thanksgiving. I smile now as I look over to my crutches and offer this silly closing remark: "God bless us, every one."  :)   And now, for those cookies . . . .