This is why you keep going, even when you can hardly take another step.

I realized today that I have not written in a while.  That was because I have not been feeling like myself lately and I didn’t want to just gripe on my blog about it.  But this weekend I was once again reminded that everything I have gone through in the past seven years has not been in vein.

Friday night my little sister, who is 15 years old, called me.  She sounded upset.  She started to tell me about a friend of hers who is having a little bit of trouble and is feeling slightly depressed.  She told me all about what her friend was going through.  And then asked me if he were to talk to the school counselor, could they call home and tell his Father? 

I explained that they could, and most definitly would.  This was not the answer she was looking for, as her friend really doesn’t want the school to call his father.  She than asked what else he could do.

This is when I told her about a time in my life when, at the time, I did not feel that turning to my parents was an option.  I told her about Crisis Services.  I told her that he could call them and they would be able to set up whatever sort of help he needed.  I then told her that I would also be more than willing to take her friend wherever he needed to go.

When I go done explaining, my sister first told me that she was not aware of that specific event that I had just told her about.  This took me back a bit, as I always just thought I had told her about most of my past.

She than said something that she has said only once before.  She told me that she was so glad that she could call.  And that when her friend had come to her she immediately asked him if it was alright if she called her big sister because she knew that I would know what to do.  She has done this once before and it seems to happen just when I need it to the most.

 You see, when I get a call like that from my sister, it reminds me that even though I have not always seen the reasons for why I had gone through so much, I always knew that someday it would all be worth it.  And that someday I would be stronger, and better able to help others. 

These moments are the moments I live for.  These are the moment when you know that you are needed.

 Good night!

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