My longtime friend, reader and financial supporter from Bloomington sent a letter this week with sweet messages about my ascent out of the deep hole.
From the beginning, she sent me $27 in support each letter -- although I never figured out why the exact figure of $27.
This week, it was a $2 bill. Which is perfectly fine with me. I'm recovering financially and able to pay my bills, eat and have the occasional drink. By occasional, I mean nightly. My parents came of age in the 1950s, where the cocktail before dinner was de rigueur. I adopted their habits heartily.
She wrote that other entities need her help more -- and I agree. But I love she continued the $2 bill trend, only because I've saved everyone I've ever received. The other $25 has often been for healthy food and on a few occasions, some cocktails.
Bertha is happy for the transitions I've made and the stability that comes with it.
So she's taking that extra $25 and sending it to more needy causes.
There have always been more needy causes than me but her generosity and friendship have always buoyed me.
I'm grateful for so many virtual friends who continue to reach out.
As unpleasant as the truthful and now years-long struggle has been, I remain cognizant of Miranda in Shakespeare's "The Tempest."
"How beauteous Mankind is. Oh brave new world/ that has such people in't."
Bertha is one of them.
Peace until Ukraine and peace and beauteous people unto all of you my brothers and sisters."