I’ve been at a loss for words for the past four months, about the most generous act of love and kindness. This beautiful, intelligent, talented, soulful young woman, while I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting her in person, our souls have crossed via the World Wide Web. And to think it all began with butterflies.:)
There are writers who make a good living from their craft. I pray that I will be one of the chosen ones who do as well. Last September, I was making very little money and it was the only income that was coming in. I was running out of food nor could I pay my bills.
The last thing that I wanted to do was to burden someone that I care about with my problems. I don’t know if he realizes this, but I even have a hard time talking to my son about my troubles.
When my friend Promila told me via email that if it would help me to talk about it, to share it with her. I had this soft, gentle feeling in my heart that told me it was okay. That I could pour my heart out to her without feeling judged. So I did. With tears pouring down like rain with each stroke of the keys on the keyboard.
I never expected for her to offer to help me financially, though. It felt good just getting it all out. The heart-wrenching crying felt good, too. I felt cleansed. Like thousands of toxins were released from my body.
Well, help me she did. I was able to pay my three month over-due phone bill and my domain bill. Without your help, Promila, my phone would have been turned off and my domain would have expired, even with a grace period. I was just about out of laundry soap, dish soap, and hand soap. And of course, food.
I stretched that mone as much as I possibly could these past four months. I honestly don’t know where I would be financially without her help.
She even offered to help me get some freelance wriitng work. But…I’ve never written any samples and because of the type of work I do, I don’t know what I should write about. Maybe that’s just an excuse because of my fears of not being a good writer.
I’m sorry for taking so long to write this. I don’t know why sometimes it takes so long for me to get the words out while other times they flow like the sea. I have started writing this a few different times. I just kept getting stuck after the first paragraph.
Promila, from the bottom of my heart to the very depths of my soul, thank you. For allowing me to share my burdens with you and for the generosity that came from your soul. And for your friendship and your encouragement. Bless you.