Thank you for taking care of me

I said to my cab driver Steve from Village Taxi in Monroe, New York who picks me up from the bus station on time so that I don't stand in the cold, who brings me snacks and tea so that I'm not hungry and makes sure I catch my bus in the morning for work. 

What a lovely friend to have. 

Thank God for the sweet angels like Steve.

Another angel on the bus one night on my way home took off his jacket and covered me with it because I curled up into a little shivering ball in the air conditioning.  I may never see him again - but his action came from such a kind, caring place - the moment will be forever etched in my heart.

That's all we all really want from each other is kindness - through the difficulties of life. 

And sometimes yes, love is tough.  Love doesn't budge when others try to pull you into madness.  My father taught me this quite a bit when I was young - as he would sit with me through all my emotional spells (anger, questioning, confusion, jealousy, wanting, aching, depression - the yucky stuff) and talk to me through it all.

I called my father on Sunday early in the morning and asked the age old question,
"Dad, why do we suffer so much in this life?"
And he said,
"So that we can get closer to God."

This makes sense to me.

om shantih,
Sumukhi