Comments on: I pray to God I can find the other sock

By: Sonya

Sonya — Fri, 09 May 2008 23:41:57 +0000

When I read this the first time…I didn’t realize it was you. I read it again…and my heart went “thump”. I know you have shared some of your life story with me…but PHEW…I never knew. Knowing you today seems like you were talking about a stranger to me. I’m glad you came back and into my life. What you went through made you who you are today…the person I know and admire. You are a WONDERFUL mom and friend.

God Bless!

By: Mike

Mike — Thu, 01 May 2008 16:15:54 +0000

so good

By: Brandy

Brandy — Thu, 01 May 2008 02:30:34 +0000

I was that waitress.

And my parents’ house, well, they paid their bills . . . but there were horrors in the tidy corners just the same. Think Annette Bening in “American Beauty” without the black comedy. Just . .. black.

So when I got to the beautiful paragraph about the “trip a lot into a cram” . . . something grabbed me and didn’t let go . . . and I realized I was really hoping that somewhere, something good would happen.

And it did. Thank God.

Because anyone that travels that far in such a short amount of time deserves to rest somewhere warm, and safe, and dry. Where there are nice people, good smells . . . and cake.

By: Owen

Owen — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:02:38 +0000

Sort of Freedom Writer-ish. Thanks for the story. ::thrive!

By: Chuck

Chuck — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 00:06:28 +0000

Wow. This brought tears to my eyes.