"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."

I was in high school when I first read Tennessee William's play A Streetcar Named Desire.  While I really did not comprehend all of the play at the tender age of 14, I instantly understood that quote. Taken in the context of my own life, that phrase encompasses most of my life experiences. I have always depended on complete strangers. For instance, when my car broke down two days after moving to Florida. Or pretty much my entire first year in Florida. I have no guilt when a stranger offers me a helping hand. It's okay. I will never see them again. I simply need to pay it forward. Yet, when a friend offers a ride to the interview, a place to crash, a drink at the bar because I am broke and unemployed. I feel this tremendous amount of guilt. Guilty because I failed to provide for myself in some way.

This was until recently. After going through everything this past year, I have realize that I would not have been able to do it with out a little help from my friends. I would never have been able to make it through the unemployment, not getting into Ph.D. programs, the relationship drama... everything without all of you. Thank you so much for everything.