I am not special…I feel other people’s feelings deeply…physically…emotionally…spiritually.

In fact I can hear the wind whisper its lament in my ear.

I know there are others like me.

If you are one of us…you are not mad.

There are others like us estimated at 1 to 2 percent of the population of the world.

You are not alone.

Many of us die trying to cope.

You are not alone and we are not dysfunctional, bipolar, autistic we are just different.

My blood type is AB+ only 4% of humanity has this blood type…no big deal.

Neither is extreme empathy.

They told me I was sick and medicated me.

There is nothing wrong with us. It is a gift and a profound responsibility.

I have found one solution and one only.

Love, love, love and love some more. When that’s not enough love some more.

Never stop…never stop.

Love transforms suffering into grace.

Prayer, if you do that unlocks the locked doors with empathy for the other, all others all things, everything, even those who have caused my suffering.

Love is the key. It is the only thing that has brought me peace and led me to the grace of a higher power.

You are not alone.

I feel you as you feel me.

Peace and good health are right through the doorway of love.

Thank you!