Thinking about that map and the wonderful support this little community has brought me this week, makes me want to hang up my map and mark the distances in which we can find friends through only our photos and words. I tried to respond personally to everyone who sent me prayers and well-wishes, WordPress occasionally forgets to send some of your comments to me via email.
It seems life goes on amidst phone calls, letters and faxes, police reports and such, but it seems the damage is (as of what I have gathered this week) contained to four emergency room visits. It seems armed with a police report, identity theft report and a good attitude, the majority of this can be corrected. The burn of being betrayed when you thought the past was behind you is a tougher nut to crack, but nothing a lot of anger, a lot of talking and a little crying cannot cast off.
So if I hung up that map and I pinned each spot where you all are I would start with one of my best friends (about an hour away) and mark and intersect across the States and across the seas. East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, Canada, England, Ireland, France, Italy, Australia. I imagine that I would connect those dots and the circles would intersect weaving us a web of laughter, love, frustration, dreams, successes and failures. Would I ever have thought that this small town girl would be corresponding with such amazing people halfway across the world? Probably not. But then again, there are probably many things that all of us never thought we could be doing that we are. Thank you for taking this journey with me and thanks even more for sharing your own.