Yesterday was kind of a bummer of a day. The sky was gray and it rained all friggin day. I had 2 jobs scheduled and neither went as expected. The mail arrived void of any checks for jobs already completed, and I foound out that I had to work today and would miss a motorcycle charity ride. Needless to say it was not a great day for me. I went to bed to nap.
Sheila was stuck at the house because our son took the car without telling her. She's still bummed about not making honor roll at school, and her dog got into the trash and left her a mess to clean up. She was not having a great day either.
Then the phone rang.
I hate the phone. I hate talking on the phone. Sheila answered and it was "Razor" Ray, calling from the great white north. They chatted for some time about anything and everything. I heard her laughing and got up to see what was going on. I was happy to see her smiling from ear to ear and chatting like a school girl. I made some tea and listened in.
Before long time came for her to leave and she handed the phone over to me. I hate the phone. I hate talking on the phone.
I had only known of Ray from reading his posts on the forum. I was a bit worried that I wouldn't have a thing to say and would come off as rude or ignorant.
How wrong was I? Ray and I hit it off immediately. I found it easy to converse with him. The commonalities in our lives was uncanny. He knew many of the same places I do. He had experienced many of the same situations and emotions that I had in my dealings with the WTS. Before too long we were chatting like old friends. It was great. The crap that had made for a bad day before his call was banished and Sheila and I talked later of how much that call from Rayzor made our day.
I think the forum has been a place of healing and validation to a lot of us. I find myself wondering sometimes how many of you are doing, though we've never met. I look forward to checking each morning to see whats going on with everyone. I feel like I have a wealth of friends here that want nothing more than to share stories, feelings and experiences, without the ulterior motives I was subject to when I was a dub. Perhaps you know that feeling of being totaly alone in the crowd. Myriads on myriads of strangers, that is how I always felt.
Thanx Ray for the call.
Thanx to all of you who have expressed an interest in Sheila and I.
I look forward to meeting as many of you as I can.
We don't feel alone anymore.