(blushes again) Thank you, Skyrider.
Yep. If it's "you" that got hurt, it is a big deal. "You," basically are all you've got.
Yep again. I've posted this before: I was so desperate and destroyed that I was prepared to crawl across broken glass to get back to TWI after ten years in the wilderness. I got on the net to find their zip code. The first result for TWI was - GreaseSpot Cafe! I looked. I was appalled, horrified. And ultimately healed.
My grovelly letter of apology for my imagined sins never got written. I thank God for Saint Pawtucket and this place.