I am feeling a bit of guilt. not of something I've done, but of what happened to others because of me. Because of people trying to get rid of me, good people died, and for that I feel horrible. I try not to think about it, but this morning I was trying to remember blessings in my life, and I thought about my friend Romi. She was a neighbor and close friend of several years. The people who put chemicals in my water trying to harm me, ended up killing her and only making me and one other girl sick. The one girl was able to overcome with the help of her husband and good doctors. I was able to recover after a stint in the hospital. But, it breaks my heart that Romi died while I lived. She was young, and just getting to a place where good was in her life, only to have that cut short.
I really, really hate evil people.