Very few things in life have ever made me so mad that I couldn't breathe, stand, walk, or vomit. Tonight I went out into the parking lot to have a yelling match with God. I already knew He'd win, but maybe I'd feel better after shouting a bit. Looking around I realized it was too public, so I conceded defeat and sat on the ground. Amidst my situational disbelief, I prayed that God would send someone along. God did.

Ryan Mullaney. Can I just say, WOW! This guy has done nothing but delight me, even amidst our funnily platonic date a few weeks ago and then our silly slow dance to "To The End Of The Road" on Halloween. We chatted about small stuff and then he asked me if I was okay. So I let him have it (censored of course). I am not okay. Things are not good. Well, no that's a lie.

Everything in my life is going well save . . . the Sadness which has mysteriously morphed through the wonders of miscommunication and hurt into some monster that caused this non-breathing-parking-lot-outrage-gone-limp. So we chatted and he was exactly what I needed at that exact moment. I got some great wisdom, a bunch of laughs, a great hug and the confirmation that I am normal. Three cheers. It looks like I have a running buddy again . . .

Thank you Jesus for men like RyMu.