Today I went to the Navy Post Office to pick up my general delivery mail as I was expecting a script
in the mail.
Along with my meds there was a rather plain yellow envelope addressed to Debbie and I. The name on the return address was familar so I thought it was a get well card. When I open the envelope and saw the card, signed by over 50 of my past coworkers from role play at Fort Polk Louisiana. When I opened the card a money order fell out and I could not control the tears that began to flow. Much like the ones flowing now. It was not the amount of money or the signatures that rang my bell. But it was the thought that so many cared enough about us to donate. I know there are some back at home going through much worse times than we are here in Florida. I am not wealthy and don't work at role play because I need to like a lot of my coworker. I guess what I am saying is that we don't need the money. I am fortunate to have 100 percent medical coverage and already had the RV that allowed us to stay here relatively cheaply. I do know there was someone back in Louisiana that put gas in their vehicle to get to cancer treatment while not having food in the house.
Today I feel so blessed that I know people like those at home and also that I have come here to meet the fantastic people here who give freely of their love and support. I do believe that we receive much more back than we ever give away.
Richard & Debbie