This is an exploding new experience for me. It is as if I have been wandering around in this forest looking for my tribe, and suddenly I have found you. There you are. I am seeing you, and speaking to you, and you to me, and it is a magic that leaves an old man weak. Thank you for your caring revealed by your comments. I have often said that caring is contagious.
I don’t know what to do. I am reading comments that startle me—that is to say they are intelligent, and insightful beyond expectation—some should be writing this blog rather than I. I marvel at the collective insights. Look for yourselves at the responses I have just received.
But there is not enough of me to respond to each of you. And I worry that if I respond to just a few then others, those equally inviting, will feel left out—sort of like the middle child who is loved but gets overlooked. So I don’t know what to do.