Many Faces of Bet

Across the miles

It's so rare I open my mailbox to good mail..receiving a card or note out if the blue from a dear friend that says they miss you. (Picture) I love days like that. Times like this let me think the world is not all bad.

I had two friends leave encouraging words today. The other left a voice mail about my magazine article. Thank you Betty for the card and Denny the compassionate voicemail.

I left work today wondering why my family does not hold me in the same regard? I can count on one hand the encouraging, loving, supportive comments they've shared with me.

So it makes me ponder why my family cannot accept me the way my friends do?