we all thought you were crazy...

...on the day you brought home a car with a hole in the floor. yeah. you were confident it was a huge score, but we weren't so sure. "i love it," you said, with requisite Jess glee. i remember sitting in the passenger side, physically straining to hold my feet off the floor so that i didn't make the hole worse or get a shoelace snagged by something on the ground. it was very Flintstone's.
for some strange reason, that car was one of the first memories to come flooding back when i heard your news. and, suddenly, i realized how stupid i was. i never saw the goodness in that hole. i mean, most cars come perfectly intact and you just drive around, clueless about what's beneath you. but your car provided something far more interesting: Context. we always knew where we stood on the road -- 2 feet above it. hey, there's a pothole!
we had perspective.
i bet that thought crossed your mind more than once as you drove to King Soopers at sunset. anyway, what i'm trying to say is that when you're feeling under the weather or sad, look for that hole in the floor. even though you're far away in Texas and dealing with doctors and treatments, check for context. see the road beneath you. and it will be clear that you're not alone. you're surrounded by old and new friends alike who are all rooting for you like crazy.
xoxo,
jean.