High school was rough for me. I was cool my freshman year. Then my sister graduated and the cool kids forgot about me. I was wrapped up in so much angst and torment–some justifiable, some not–that there were days I could barely breath. On one of those days I found an index card slipped into my locker. It said:
“You are receiving so many miracles right now”
It broke through my agony and let a little sun onto my soul. I kept that in my planner for the rest of high school. And taped it to my monitor in college. Just in case.