Awareness

Went to the hospital to pick up my Interferon today. While I was there, I went to my old work station to see my old buds. I always saw myself as a hard worker. That's the way my parents raised me. But, these folks just gushed about how they missed me. Next, I stopped by Urgent Care to say "Hi", and they did the same thing with hugs included. It's so nice to know I wasn't too stubborn to let God reach through me and touch someone else.

Only problem is, now I need someone to reach out to me. My disease does scare me a bit, and I get very lonely here by myself 'til my wife gets home. We're just gonna have to find out where the volunteer work is and get busy. "Idle hands....".