I've had some pretty high pains from fibro today -- and I need to get to the store! I don't need a Superman. I need an every man - a faithful person with enough intelligence and good sense, enough lived-out sense of a good solid faith practice, that when they saw me in the lack of range of motion I'm having today, when they would see me sitting with my head in my hands, and moaning as I'm trying to walk through the house -- they would offer: offer a massage; offer to feed the dog; but most of all, most importantly, offer to take care of the dynamics of money management and food shopping and all of that, so I wouldn't have to try to pray and push my way through a showdown with pain and disability, by myself.
And once again I say - this wasn't my pick; my life wasn't supposed to be like this. I never, ever thought I would grow up to be very much alone.