Chicken Soup for the Soul

To Blog is to become part of a different kind of family!

I know you all haven't heard much from me lately, and I apologize sincerely for that. As my last post stated, I was quite ill during my visit in the fair city of Atlanta, Georgia, and anyone who knows me very well at all will tell you that me sick is not a pretty site. I am a big baby about it to be frank, and typically expect those who profess love for me to baby me with goodies like chicken soup and juices. As a matter of fact, one of the ways I measure true love is by whether or not one who claims to have love for me will proactively volunteer to bring me soup when I am sick.

While sick in Atlanta, I received a call from that Original Oldgirl the infamous Ladylee who was planning to entertain Ms. Just Write Now while I was hanging in her hood. I explained that because I was under the weather so to speak, I truly could not get out and get social in her beloved city. Before another second had passed, I was made acutely aware of the fact that someone who "barely knows you", can have real love for you as that fantastic Original OG immediately launched into a barrage of questions about how I was nourishing myself during my illness. I explained that I was simply hanging in my hotel room and ordering room service to which she shuddered and exclaimed, "YOU CAN'T EAT THAT JUNK WHILE YOU'RE SICK. DO YOU WANT ME TO BRING YOU SOME SOUP?" I was completely impressed with my friend. To think, here was a person who has known me less than a year and mostly through the magic of the internet, who was volunteering to go out of her way to bring me nutritious sustenance, while at the same time exposing herself to the deadly organisms that had incapacitated me in the first place. I was stunned, taken aback, totally and infinitely impressed, and completely assured that I had indeed found not only a friend, but a new family member.

I tried to give her an out and decline her offer, but she, being a truly caring and generous person insisted on bringing not only soup, but an entire goody bag from the Whole Foods Market including the white porcelain bowl and spoon I used to enjoy my soup.
"My cup runneth over!" Go figure how it happens that in the midst of feeling as bad as I have in a long, long time, I was blessed to discover such a beautiful silver lining. Had I remained healthy in Atlanta, I might not have gotten this first-hand perspective of how truly gracious and generous my friend could be [though other wonderful deeds she has done have not been lost on me either]. Each and every one of us is here for a purpose, and for every action there is a reaction. Now many of you are probably thinking "Damn! It was just a bowl of soup!" But to me, it was so much more than that: it was a beautiful action on the part of Ladylee and this post and this affirmation is my reaction in kind.....

LADYLEE YOU FABULOUS, ORIGINAL OLDGIRL....

Thank you for taking the time and making the effort to let me know that you care. I appreciate it more than you'll ever really know, and I'll never, ever forget you for it. I Love You, and more than nourishing my body with the soup, you nourished my soul with the beauty of your generous spirit!