Hi everybody!

How are you all doing?  I am feeling topsy turvy myself.  Not sure if I am coming or going. I feel like I need to sprout roots and just hunker down.  My moods are tossing me about like ship lost at sea. 

But I digress...

Onto our question.

My question for you this week is:  What was the last thing to make you cry?

For me it was something I read in this little book I got at the library called, "Post Secret:  Confessions on Life, Death, and God."  In case you are not familiar with the concept of Post Secrets...people send their secrets anonymously...usually by postcard I believe to an address posted on the Post Secret website which was created by a dude named Frank Warren.  The idea took off like wild fire and...he now has books and some of the post secrets have even been shown in a museum.  It is just fascinatiing stuff.

Anyways...I was going through this book and for example...one person wrote as their secret, "I had my dream wedding with the wrong person."  or "I'm starting rabbinical school and I love bacon."

But...there was one I read where I had to put down the book and cry. 

It reads:  "I can't kill myself because I'm worried that the kids with autism I work with will wonder where I am."

That just...tore me up.  I have a kid with autism and...too I had worked for many years with people with multiple disabilities.  During some of my worst times...I did think such things...that I need to be here because some people...would just never understand.

Oh...I am crying now.  Dang it! 

Your turn!  I want to hear your story.