We do it all the time, thank people who are not present to hear and/or respond, it makes us feel better I guess. For we really are grateful but are unable to express this sentiment to its rightful owner, so we say it to the wind. By speaking it out or writing it down, we give life; turn ideas into words that then can live and breathe, finding their way to the ears of who they are spoken to. I know...I know...
I ranted about Hot Air Aid, it is only fair I state that I received all the help I needed and more. That is how I made it here. I was tried and found wanting, and in my wanting many many people from different places and walks of life banded together unknowingly and lifted me up to my current state. I think of them individually often, only now have I looked at them as a group. If there is ever a reunion I may attend in life, it is the one where all these people are in a room together. Though I may be their host, I will surely be the littlest person in the room. All I am, and will ever be pales in comparison to who they have proven to be.
Thank you. All of you. Some of you are unnamed, so I will name none. Thank you. May all I am be pleasing to you. If any glory is given me, it is yours multiple times.
Thank you.
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