In search of answers to the questions in my mind I force myself to reach out and try to find someone experiencing this life the way I am. I haven’t yet found that person. I’m not sure if I will stumble upon someone who will offer up the right words or the “magic” pill or if it will be a collection of comfort that I gather from many that will ultimately end my query. My journey along this path reminds me of a story of a woman who was looking for healing after the death of her child. She was told that to accomplish this she needed to find a mustard seed from a household that had never known sorrow. She traveled the world in vain, never finding such a household, but found instead- understanding, compassion, friendship, and truth.