Today, I was reading a bunch of my posts, there is so little I remember of them.  Guess it isn't helping my brain like I thought it might.  Or maybe it is?  Doesn't matter.

I was a little sad today, I read a post belonging to a sister, and she said a bunch of sisters when and helped them pack, as everyone is helping, a family move.  It bothers me, that I heard of it after the fact.  I guess they figure there is no need to tell me, as I couldn't do anything anyway.  Leon didn't even tell me and he knew about it too.  The problem is, when someone needs help, I want to be able to help, but I am always to sick to do anything.  "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak", type of thing, I guess.  It still hurts, cause the one thing I could do, is pray for others, and I can't even do that, cause I don't know who is doing what anymore.  I guess I just feel useless, again or still.