Not long ago, I had the pleasure of finding a delightful new friend. She called to discuss my daughter's illness, and we had a very helpful conversation.

One has to wonder why certain people feel an affinity for one another. This woman happens to be a good friend of my daughter's, and initially she called me to report what was going on regarding my daughter's health.

Both this woman and my daughter live in southern Florida, and have been friends for many years, sharing a four way relationship with the woman's sister and mother.

It has occurred to me that friends come to us when they are most needed, and this has been one of those times in my life. 

My daughter hasn't been well for quite a long time, and this kind human being has reached out to help her as well as to keep me apprised of my child's condition, which is not as good as this mother would wish, to say the least.

I use the word child loosely, as my daughter is fifty five years of age, and as my readers may know, I am an old lady of eighty four.

Nonetheless, regardless of age, love and caring remain intact, and not being able to be by her side at this time, calls from this exceptional person have made my emotional survival possible.

When she called, she promised to phone again, leaving me with a hopeful smile on my face. Had she not been able to reach me, my day would have been far less livable.

What I find special is that without having ever met her face to face, our conversations via air-mail and telephone have offered me the opportunity to find a new friend that I would be delighted to meet in person, and make a part of my everyday life.  

In all honesty, my sincere hope is that we may meet in person soon, and even though I do have her picture, and she mine, courtesy of the latest, nothing can possibly replace spending time with a person face to face.

This woman will be in my thoughts and prayers for as long as I am fortunate to live. And my gratitude to God for sending her, as she has been there for me every day since we first spoke.

Her picture hangs on the wall behind this machine I am writing on, so it enables me to take a look at her beautiful face when I feel lonely and frightened. For some reason still unknown to me, it seems as though we have found an affinity for one another, and she has an open invitation to come and visit with my husband and me whenever she is able to.