A lot of time can be spent talking while waiting on doctors. Thankfully I am able to listen to my friend as she sits waiting and scared. Most of her thoughts are of family, friends and those gone before her. But one day the conversation was about you. Do you remember what it was like to be alone, scared, an addict and about to be kicked out with no place to go? Who was the person who stuck with you, helped to get you to a safe place to sleep, eat and get help? Now she's waiting for her chemo, scared, facing the stark reality that this is it and you can't be bothered to inquire, send a note, or even care. I asked my minister why someone would be that way. While he tried to give me answers about inner turmoil and fear, I could only think that you must be the most selfish, miserable person imaginable. No one is asking you to do more than be kind. So I leave you with this: Every day you are faced with a choice, to give support or turn your back. I really hope you begin to understand that the small gestures don't cost YOU a lot, but they certainly mean plenty to the recipient. —Red Fraggle