It all comes down to LOVE
Yesterday, I witnessed the power of love. I witnessed the power of faith. I witnessed the power of prayer.
At one point, Amy wrote how blessed she felt, because she was in the waiting room at the hospital with 18 people anticipating the results of Jake's surgery. Eighteen people! What a remarkable testament to Amy and her family - to have that many people willing to hang out in a hospital waiting room while your son has brain surgery.
No matter what your belief system. No matter what your religion. No matter if you pray, send white light (or pink light or gold or silver...), light a candle, write a blog, start a FB page - to be surrounded by that kind of love is healing in itself.
We talked about what we were making. What we were designing. How much we spent at the local craft store on "stuff" to make with our SU! products. (A lot...) These boards provided many of us with intimate glances into each others lives and you couldn't help but feel as if you had friends all over the country.
After a while, Amy signed on to be a demonstrator under me. Because, you know, it made perfect sense to have an upline thousands of miles of away. It was convenient for training and meeting purposes afterall...
Well, one June, Amy drove across the country with her two eldest in tow to "come to a meeting" and of course to hang out here. I remember it in vivid detail because by the end of that year, post SU! Convention, where Amy had been dragging, she was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy.
We have stayed friends for all these years because we really do love each other. (Shout out to Barb and Col-Robin since we met through AOL boards as well!) Our differences are what keep us friends - trust me, there is always something to talk about, and I know I can call any one of these three women and it's as if no time has passed at all. OK, they read the blog too, so it's not like they don't know what's going on. But still, they know the "behind the scenes of the blog" me. And again, despite our many differences, we are far more alike than you would imagine to meet us. I attribute that, as always, to love.
And Barb and I have easily traveled that far to see each other.
And Col-Robin WILL get to NY - eventually.