I was bound to cry, but then I realized there was someone already crying behind me: My daughter Laura. She and his brother Samuel were listening to my reading. My wife is not at home. She's taking care of her mother (age 85) who is ill.

Thanks "P" and "J" for that donation (still don't know the amount). But those words have a greater value for us. We are IMPORTANT, LOVED and NOT FORGOTTEN (I think I'm crying now)

I'm calling my wife...
(later my wife said, while crying, that we have to give to others in need)

That fear is a real thing here
but I'm sure we can also get rid of it
when we know there are over there good people caring about us.
God bless you all.