Because I don't know who you are. But I have an idea who you may be...So here goes: Dear library ladies, Last week I came into the library, the same library I've gone to since I was a child. I was having trouble working the fax machine and was tearing up as I wearily hit the buttons, trying to send a request for SNAP to human services. One of you came over to help me. I told you how embarrassed I was to need to apply. The following night, another one of you called my house to say: you understood....everyone has a moment when they just want to breakdown. We talked about my son's Epilepsy, the Autism and my wayward husband. I appreciated that call, honestly, from the bottom of my heart. Then today, I go out to my mailbox to get my mail. I found an envelope, with the return address from the library. I opened it to find a beautiful card, 200$ and a gas gift card. I wish I had words to tell you how much that meant to me. You ladies at the library have been a huge part of my children's lives over the year. Every time we had a bad day, you helped us find wonderful books to erase that day away. We've chatted for hours about school, special diets etc...You've reserved books for me, without me even asking, you just knew what I needed. The library has been my sanctuary and the ladies in it, true friends. I don't know which one of you sent it, you only signed: your friends. Maybe you all did and somewhere in this never ending tunnel, you shown a light and told me I wasn't walking through this alone. I wish I had the courage to come in and thank you in person, but I'm still struggling with quite a bit. So I write this post for you, even though I know you probably aren't going to read it, but God will and he'll send a blessing your way. And as soon as I get to a better place in my head, I'll stop in and tell you in person. Thank you for being my home away from home.