I have rented the same house for 15 years now – my home.

It was an opportunity I stumbled across, as my Mother says – things happen for a reason.

I’ve Always considered myself Extremely Blessed with my Landlord and Landlady.  I’ve tried to bother them as little as possible, taking care of the house as it is my home.  They are Good People.  Like many Good People, they have experienced an unfair share of life’s devastations and set-backs.  The loss of a daughter to a car accident.  Almost loosing a son to a very serious, life-threatening motorcycle accident which took long months to recover from.  Not One, but Two homes lost to South Texas floods.  She battles MS, and she is in my daily prayers.  Yet they continue to reach out and help others.

They are Truly Good People.

They are, thankfully, in a good financial situation now.  His business has grown and is successful, and she has worked for the same company for years.

When I was hit by a DUI (2002) and was laid up for several months, they were there for me.

Yesterday I received an email from my Landlady in response to my “news”…

“I’m am soooo sorry to hear of this news.  You know we have always kept you in our thoughts and prayers and will continue to do so through this ordeal.

If there is anything you need from us, just let us know (maybe keeping grass cut or something).  You know that you do not have to worry about the rent.

I hope this brings you some comfort and some piece knowing this is taken care of.  As in the past we have always tried to work with you on this issue.

Spencer and I understand your situation on living pay check to pay check because we were once in those shoes ourselves.

Well, I really don’t know what else to say except keep fighting.

Regards,

Cynthia”

What can I say to such generosity?

Maybe once I stop crying I’ll come up with something appropriate…