tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527343833432500501.post7200508778504094340..comments2024-01-24T01:38:12.514-08:00Comments on Talking to Strangers: An Introvert Hits the Streets: SickJo Ann Heydronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14294787038183758856noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527343833432500501.post-17853061513583845442011-10-30T18:19:23.598-07:002011-10-30T18:19:23.598-07:00Wow. How did I miss this post? I just thought I...Wow. How did I miss this post? I just thought I'd head over, just in case and find, as always, wisdom. Yes, I see it all and understand what you mean about illness and death, I think. Thank you!Jan Priddy, Oregonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06107172381368544145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527343833432500501.post-68598952053330389272011-10-28T13:52:22.563-07:002011-10-28T13:52:22.563-07:00Springing back sounds good. I hope I do that.Springing back sounds good. I hope I do that.Jo Ann Heydronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14294787038183758856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4527343833432500501.post-62146084550438566332011-10-27T21:44:46.192-07:002011-10-27T21:44:46.192-07:00JoAnn, I had no idea you had been so ill. It is ...JoAnn, I had no idea you had been so ill. It is very tough and isolating, and Woolf's words struck a cord for me. Each round of ill health is a tiny reminder of an ending, but also of how we spring back, how resilient we are.Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05038437172066596515noreply@blogger.com