*Ping*

There are times when I am trapped and cornered in my head and logically I know that there is a way out and the lightness is out there somewhere, but in my gut, in my soul of souls, I cannot see it.....there are times that, while in that moment, an event happens at just the darkest hell, that is as if someone came to meet me with a candle, and help.

This is one of those times. I woke up in the middle of the darkness, stumbled around trying to pull myself together, and do the things that needed to get done to get ready for another day. I am sick with a serious chest cold on top of everything....everything...and I sat to drink yet another cup of daytime TheraFlu of the fifty millions I drank this week, and out of the corner of my ear I heard this on the radio. Speaking of Faith | The Soul in Depression

I am listening to it now, and it is like drinking gulps of light-infused water. Every two minutes or so, someone says something that is another flashbulb going off...another burst that is "Yes. That is exactly what I was trying to say when explaining how I feel."
If you are reading this and in the middle of the living death (as this program so accurately pinpoints it) follow that link and just listen to the program.

Note On The Title: I read an article in O magazine one time while trying to distract my lowered brain. It was about two people....one sick with a brain tumor and another, a teacher I think, who at the beginning did not even know each other and by through a series of intuitive events that the author notes as 'pings' become favorably involved in each other's lives. This radio show is like those 'pings'.

Oddly enough a "ping" is a communication packet sent by the TCP/IP protocol stack to the designated address. It is used by network administrators, usually, to find out if a server is up and running and functional.