I want to thank you all for your kind words and the seeming involvement you got from my story. I hated writing it, I hated posting it, I hated everything about it.

I didn't choose to write Sara's Story. For real, IT chose me. There are writers here who put my poor efforts to shame, and any one of them could have done a much better job than I did. I wish one of them had been chosen instead of me.

It's just not my kind of story! Sadness, tragedy, death, I don't write about those things! I write, or try to write, about happy stuff, with a little drama and comedy thrown in for seasoning.

Anyway, I tried my best to convey the emotions of this story as best as I could,and I'm glad that at least some of that worked for some of you.

Regardless of my poor effort at telling Sara's Story, I must have been adequate, at least. It IS a story that needed to be told, and to be told in such a way that it impacted on you, the readers, and again I thank you for reading and commenting.

I'm worn out, more than I imagined I'd be, from writing the story, both physically and mentally. The writing itself kept me up late and got me up early, because it WANTED to be told!

I hope I did a good job. I certainly cried enough while writing it. There were times when I had to stop writing, only because I couldn't keep myself from sobbing.

Anyway, I thank every one of you who read the story, I thank those of you who took the time and trouble to comment and/or vote.

The message of the story, needs to be remembered, I think. There ARE Sara's out there, right now, losing their homes, their jobs, their dignity, their families and, most tragic of all, their lives. It behooves every one of us to do whatever we can do for them, to help them in whatever way we can, even if it's just a prayer. I've vowed to do as much as I can, offering to serve as a person to talk with if there's a troubled TG boy, girl, or whatever. I've already received a message from one of our local High School students, there is a 17 year old T-girl who might someone to talk to. I've given my phone number to the one who told me about her, and told her to have the teen call me if she needs someone to listen, someone to bounce things off of to see how they sound out loud, someone to care. I hope she does call me, or someone, before she becomes a Sara.

I urge every one of you to do whatever you can, if you hear of a TG in your city, or area, who might be in need, and do whatever you can to try to help them, and always, always remember to offer a prayer for them, for all of us, for understanding and support.

I am done. I put away my soapbox for now. I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Hopefully I'll dream about anything other than the Sara's out there.

All my love and hopes,
Catherine Linda Michel