I've had a writers block. Not that I couldn't simply tell of this person I met at the last moment who saved me from sleeping in the cold after walking for sixteen hours, or how the mist reflects an earth-bow on the fog as cars pass in the night, but I haven't had a theme. The way I write that often doesn't matter. Walking along this main path south I have met peoples from around the planet, some drifting along at leisure while others sweep past on a mission, from Sweden, Holland,England,France,Brazil or from these United States. All traveling as grains of sand swept on wind and sea to end up brushing past one another, sometimes mingling in an eddie on their journey before being swept back to their own rhythm.
I have met many and all agree we must keep moving.
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I saw you near my home in Arcata Saturday. I'm use to seeing odd people in Arcata so I just shook my head. Today I looked you up. I too have spent a great deal of time fighting diabetes with the only tools I have, my software programming skills. Hopefully I made a dent, at least locally. But reading your diary, and knowing you were so close by, I wish I had stopped and offered you a soft bed, food, new shoes, anything I have for your backpack and Nice. I'm a bit of a hardened 51yo curmudgeon but you have me a bit water-eyed. I wish I had stopped. I would have been honored if you let me push the world a couple miles for you. A friend of mine just called 8:00pm Sun. and is headed up 101. I told her to keep an eye out for you and to give what she can. All the best to you! John
Just wanted to say you're an inspiration for anyone who takes the time to get to know you. Thanks for making a difference in so many lives.
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