When my youngest was just six, we had a bad horseback riding accident that resulted in her being broken into what seemed like a million pieces - I still remember the intensity of the gratitude that I felt, to the local volunteer EMT people, to the helicopter people, to the emergency room people, to everyone who had made the choices in their lives that led to them being there just when my daughter and I needed them - funny thing is, there was a point at which I was absolutely sick of being grateful, which I still haven't figured out. Lately I am most grateful for the book club ladies and the spinning and weaving guild ladies who have somehow taken me under their wings and mothered me as I have never been mothered before, and I am grateful for the Mudcat - there are days when I want to respond to every single thread I open, and many many more days when I am just content to read and laugh my ass off at this wonderful community of kind friendly thoughtful knowledgable people -
you all inspire me.