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Where did you come from?

 In my deepest darkest hour, I had lost site.  I could not see the joy of life.  In my sea of dismal despair and floundering faith, I grasped and reached for something to comfort me.  All I ever seemed to get a hold of was emotional turmoil.  My mind was racked with nightmares and visions of hopelessness.  The boardroom that filled my days . . . When I was not enraged, my mind was cruel and unkind and hurt my trust.  All I ever wanted was to be loved.  Yet love to me had become an illusion, it never lasted, it never succeeded, it had always failed me.

    Then one day like the falling of a plant being knocked over by a kitty cat.  I heard the crash and feared the worst . . . when you bumped into me, inside I realized my little pet was still alive.  My heart still beat, my mind still dreamed, and the warmth and joy that comes from knowing everything is going to be OK once again entered into my soul.  You are the answer to my prayers, you are the one who helped me find myself, you are the one who reminded me why I always wanted to be in love.

    When I think of you, I can’t understand how I could be so fortunate to have you in my life.  No longer are the days “alone”.  I am filled with excitement and wonder.  I look forward to the next time we meet, what we will say, and how we will say it.  My ears anticipate the laughter, my eyes appreciate their vision, my nose enjoys the meal that we share.  No longer do I cry and gnash my teeth, for finally I am allowed to have passion, serenity, and friendship.

    Did you come into existence because of some secret longing in my soul?  Was my spirit so damaged that only you could fix it?  Was my heart so disturbed that only you could calm it?  To all these questions and many more I answer -- yes.   Sweet tears of joy fill my inner being with peace.  I thank God for you.  If ever Angels walked amongst us, helped us get through life, and helped us believe in love once again, I will testify that you have earned your wings. 

Thomas A Sutor

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Lompoc Ca 93438

 

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