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Helpless

I hate that helpless feeling! When we made the decision to live separately, we knew there were going to be challenges. Thus far, my biggest challenge has been one of patience while Tony has had to struggle with packing up the house, moving our stuff cross country, a broken windshield, losing his wallet, and now finding a place to live. I can hear the fatigue and frustration in his voice when we talk. And there is nothing I can do!

I am baffled by the amount of support I got when moving here. People went out of their way to give me their cell phone numbers so I could contact them on the weekend when I arrived. It is because of that hospitality that I have a car, place to live, and furniture. Tony has not had anyone offer any of that to him. Yet, it is a small private school he is going to. A family if you will. I am in a public school, albeit, in a small community. Today’s lesson (that I should have learned a long time ago): It doesn’t matter the environment, kindness can be found anywhere. I am sure it is in the small town of Wilton, NH and it hasn’t taken the opportunity to reach out to Tony.  In the meantime, I wish I knew how to be of better help from so many miles away.



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  1. James AAugust 29, 2010 at 8:43 PM

    PRAY FOR HIM AND ALLOW GOD TO PROVIDE IN HIS TIME. Tony is closer now so we will try to stay in close contact. We still have some options that might help. We'll see.

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