It is a real comfort at times to know you are part of the folk family. Many people I have known, including me, have been overwhelmed when something has gone wrong. Many years ago when I was run over at a festival, it wasn't the organisers who bent over backwards to make sure I was OK, it was the people around me. I had offers of lifts, help to get around, one of the pubs even opened up their kitchen and cooked for Jon and I at 11pm when we got back from the hospital as they knew we hadn't had anything to eat since lunchtime! Someone even offered me their B&B if camping was a problem! This year when word got around that the doctors said I might never sing again I was inundated with messages of support and offers of help and just messages both electric and snail mail to tell me they were thinking of me and sending out positive thoughts. OK, I agree we may not see these people more than a couple of times a year or even less, but this is one family I choose everytime.