My neighbor, Linda, just knocked on the door to give me two homemade, diabetic friendly egg custard pies.

I love egg custard pie. I must have mentioned that three or four years ago.

She hugged me while I cried.

That's all right now.

[*Laurie*]

A kindness like that can change a life. And egg custard pie sounds absolutely delicious.

I think that is so lovely...

Unexpected kindness is the most genuine, I feel. It brings on the tears for me, too.

Thank goodness for the Lindas of the world

[gayleggg]

That was very nice of your neighbor. Very thoughtful. You are a lucky person.

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[eskielover]

Oh I love egg custard pies also. They are my favorite. Growing up, I always wanted birthday pies rather than cake. Custard pie was also my grandpa's favorite & his birthday pie also.

What a very kind neighbor you have. It means so much to have caring people in our lives....so glad for you to have a caring neighbor in your life also.....there is no feeling like it...& the custard pies are pretty awesome also.

[Travelinglady]

I love egg custard pie, too. It was a favorite of my maternal grandfather. Fortunately, Grandma was a good cook and prepared them often.

Originally Posted by gayleggg

That was very nice of your neighbor. Very thoughtful. You are a lucky person.

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Linda is "good person." You don't meet many in a lifetime and, before you're able to accept that oddity, you generally have to accept that those types of people have no motive behind their generosity and may not even be aware of their kindness. It seems like a personality trait, maybe learned in youth? I don't know.

She hasn't asked for any help, but I know that she's trying to get her finances straightened out so that she can get a car again. And I am going to help her out. She brought me turkey and dressing/stuffing with tons of veggies last night. If there is any "motive" behind what she's been doing, I think that it's only to help me put some weight back on.

I can help her with a down payment, monthly payments or both. And I do have an ulterior motive — if she has a car she can run an occasional errand for me.

"Unexpected kindness" is a wonderful way to express what I felt and what I still feel.

I've eaten one pie, with the help of another neighbor (who found out last Friday, at the age of 67, that he has Diabetes II). I need to finish the remaining pie within the next few days.

I don't believe that I will have any trouble.

I am, truthfully, thankful that I have some neighbors who actually seem to care a bit for me. I care for them, too.

Having a hard time right now. A small wedge of pie might help.

Thanks to all who recognized the enormous kindness that I feel and to those who commented upon it.

Three in the morning here and I'm getting a little drowsy.

Good evening.

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[Yoda]

mmmmmm, love custard pie

9pm at night here cider guy, but I'm going to have an early night, I had to get up at 4am to travel 8 hours for a meeting. Back home now, and tired, but just checking in on you, hope you got some sleep and managed to finish your custard pie. Take care of yourself and all good wishes from England.

Originally Posted by Little Cat

9pm at night here cider guy, but I'm going to have an early night, I had to get up at 4am to travel 8 hours for a meeting. Back home now, and tired, but just checking in on you, hope you got some sleep and managed to finish your custard pie. Take care of yourself and all good wishes from England.

Ah, you’ll be sleeping soon. Do you know London well? When I was young and wealthy I had a flat on Sloane Gardens, turn left after exiting Sloane Square tube station. I paid just under £300K for it. Sold it three years later and thought that I was a real estate genius because I sold the flat for almost £100K more than I had paid.

I check London real estate from time to time and, a year or so back, saw my flat listed for over £3 million. Just over 30 years and I kick myself each time I think that if only I had held on to that property, I would still have wealth. And there was a girl...

A lifetime of flawed decision making skills... and when I'm asked if I have any regrets I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

No sleep for a good number of hours but hallucinations are down to every hour or two. And short. I believe that the 600mg of generic IR Seroquel is helping. My mood is still flat/numb but I haven't had periods of lost time since the weekend, either.

I'm doing better, I believe.

And tonight I'm going to finish the last egg custard pie.

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