"sometimes i feel like a tree on a hill, at the place where all the wind blows and the hail hits the tree the hardest. all the people i love are down the side aways, sheltered under a great rock, and i am out of the fold, standing alone in the sun and the snow. i feel like i am not part of the rest somehow, although they welcome me and are kind . . . i wonder if other folks ever feel included yet alone."
these is my words
you know how sometimes you read something and your heart sinks almost to your stomach
and you want to cry for the honesty and understanding you find in the words?
that's how i felt when i read this passage.