My dearest Angels

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My dearest Angels,

 

Please take the time to read each word slowly and carefully. Stop with each

period. Take a breath with each comma. Absorb. Read this letter like you have

all the time there is to have. Perhaps, somehow, then you can hear the meaning

and feeling behind each word.

 

 

There are rare moments in time when people touch other people in the way that

you all have touched me. And all I keep thinking about is how I would like to

write this perfect little email wrapped up with a bow and poetic words and have

it say JUST the right thing to show my appreciation. Something to move all of

you the way you have all moved me. I have always wanted to be one of those witty

people that have just the right thing to say at just the right time, but I am

not. There are so many of you who are helping me out and going above and beyond

the call of duty here, and I just don't know how to make a thank you sound

sincere enough through an email. How do you put feelings on a blank computer

screen? This time is very hard for me right now. The holidays. I don't know why

exactly. Maybe because I have no mate to share it with. I use to think I was ok

with that. Now I am not so sure. I feel like my family is broken. And It will be

my first Christmas without my parents. The first

in 30 years. I have people to share it with. But it is still not the same. Its

just a little disheartening. Sentimental. I really do not have the perfect words

to say thank you. For the gifts. Letters. Donations. Prayers. Inspiration. For

the love. And I hope that you can all some how feel deep within yourself, on

your worst of times, on your blackest moments, when you had just felt completely

defeated and had no choice but to cry out for help, that glimmer of hope in the

distance, that ray of sunlight opening up and shining down to give you warmth

and comfort. That angel reaching back to you. . I only know you from a computer.

For all I know, your all up in the clouds with wings on, typing a letter here

and there, throwing letters down from heaven to land just where it will. Please

accept my gratitude in the deepest way possible. Please accept my appreciation

most humbly. I have nothing to offer but my tears. Please accept them for all

your kindness for me and my family. May Amma

give me mercy. May Amma give you mercy. I go with knowing that I have nothing

but the skin on my back, the knowledge in my head, and the love in my heart. I

go with faith in Amma. May she bless this letter for all of you, that you may

feel the meaning behind words.

Surrendering at Amma's Feet,

Robin

 

 

 

 

 

 

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> I have nothing to offer

> but my tears.

 

Or as Winston Churchill said in 1940: "I have nothing

to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat"!

 

 

Keval

 

 

 

 

 

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