Another Form of Rescue

I woke up this morning and tried to moan in protest of the sunlight, but all that came out of my mouth was "Hhhhhhhh," and lots and lots of coughing.
I went downstairs to where my mom was playing the piano and managed to choke out, "Staying-home-school-today..."

The most frustrating things about this situation are as follows: First, I'm really sick. Sick enough to miss school, and therefore miss seeing that one guy. And all the other people, too. Second, today was an assembly day at school, and my Theatre teacher expressly told us NOT to cut class because of the assemblies. So she probably thinks I'm a sluffer now. Three... I have a piano lesson today, and however horribly I did on practicing, I REALLY don't want to miss it, because I've been so busy I've been canceling every other one, and that makes me feel like the most horrible student ever. So now I'm trying to decide: Go, and risk getting my piano teacher and her grandkids sick, or stay, and feel awful about it? I'm leaning towards going, but I might call her and ask her opinion on the subject. Seriously though. Every other lesson! I'm not exaggerating!

Yesterday, I had this really awesome conversation with my friend Parker*. He decided it was a good idea to attack my mailbox. He did it more than once. I'm fairly certain it was completely accidental. Both times. I was thinking next time I wouldn't let him sit under the mailbox... but on the other hand, maybe I will. :)
You know that list of rescuers I posted yeserday? I feel rather inclined to add Parker to that list. He's one of those friends who's just been there for... forever. He's made a huge impact on my life. I've known that since the beginning of our friendship. I always knew his influence would be big, but it's never been an impact that could qualify as 'rescue'. He's just always been there... being there, I guess. Making his mark in different ways.
He hasn't been a rescuer, though, until very recently. It hasn't even been a month. But ever since, he's been a helper, a confidant, and excuse my cheesiness, but, a big brother. I've talked to him about my boy problems and my boy triumphs. He talks to me about his not-girlfriend. We help each other. And honestly, helping people makes everything, including getting helped, that much better.
I love my friends!
I am so blessed! My Heavenly Father knew exactly when and why I would need all these people. He put them all right in my path, right when I needed them. They are themselves blessings! Today is a good day. Even without the use of my voice.
Fare thee well!

Jenica

*Name changed for his personal comfort and safety.