I am grateful that my Cuban lived. I am grateful for the opportunity of redemption through service. I am NOT a natural caregiver or wasn't. Now, I am. It gives me joy. God humbled me and my spirit. I used to feel that I had to have a cool high-level job to be successful. Now I've learned that I just need to stand ready when called. I am grateful for these lessons. During the beginning of the coronavirus, I became scared. I am not the type to ask for help. However, God led me to a neighborhood group where I posted as "Embarrassed" telling people of my fear of not having enough supplies for my dear husband and not enough "stock." My husband said I was crazy giving our address out to those who messaged me. I told him "When it's of God, it's okay." TONS of people brought medical supplies (Mean 1-15 large green trash bags of supplies), food, etc. I saw one old man hobble up to my door with a large roll of toilet paper. One girl spent $30 to overnight me some supplies. A woman offered to bring us meals for several weeks. People were baking bread for us, bringing hand sanitizer, etc. I ended with a spare room full of food, water, and supplies. My dear husband was amazed. I am on a list to volunteer as a counselor on a crisis line to help give back. I am grateful for forgiveness. I am grateful for second chances. I am grateful to serve.