My followers. I hear you. I can’t see you, but I hear you. To the cool dude in Canada, I wish I had international calling. Keep your girl “strong” by living the new life, not “reliving” the old. Trust me, it goes nowhere. To the woman in Great Britain, I’m hopeful that I inspire your son. Your challenges are great, remember to take care of you. To Puerto Rico, a big hug right back, you’re blessed to be in the beautiful sunshine, all the time. Thank you for reading my blogs. To the woman in Alabama(?), I thought of you as I headed to Louisiana, I wondered how far apart we were, knowing I would get confused trying to find your post on where to visit when I was around.
I’ve got over 2000 people now who read my blog. In 16 countries. I only ask that you spread the word about this blog. I worry about the veterans who feel so alone right now. They fought for our country, we should fight for their health. I can see the stats on how many people are reading each post. And interestingly enough, when I’m at a low, or sharing my worst moments, my readers spike. So I know you’re out there.
One night I got on the brain injury forum on facebook. I didn’t realize you can’t just “friend” anyone. They sent me a nastygram telling me so. But I got thirty or so friends before I had to stop. One of you wrote me. I felt an instant connection. You have a famous directors last name. I hope he’s your brother. I can use all the help I can get.