introduce myself instead of just lurking 
I am familiar with the 444 phenomenon and have had wonderful related experiences. Recently I started seeing 1111 quite a bit
and thought i'd try and find out about it and found ya'll!. On my birthday ( may 11) I was down at the beach and I found a key and fob
in the sand. It is labeled on both sides " mail box number 11" It felt very significant to me. Like I was literally being handed a key to
a new experience. I find living in a human body very difficult. So dense :p) I just feel so unproductive. I pray everyday to serve God
( whom I personally prefer to call my Heavenly Father) I am ashamed of the fact that I ask to serve and then stay holed-up in my apartment
most days. It's like I'm saying " I wish to serve You Father, use me as You Will" but then I pull the covers over my head.
Thanks very much for listening.
Love, Peace and Light to you all
Thank you all very much for the warm and loving welcome!! I am very happy to have found my way here. I would like to share a little something with you all. I live and work in downtown Vancouver, Canada in a hospital. I had been feeling of late , that I was losing my compassion toward a particular group of people ( ego-based thought) The drug-addicted "street people". I pass by many panhandlers and homeless people on my way to work daily and while at work. As I was walking past a man wrapped in a blanket who asked me for spare change, I actually had the thought " can you not go and be homeless somewhere else? On Friday I was at a store adjacent to the hospital and there was a young man whos spastic, dancing-like movements known commonly on the streets as " tweaking", identified him someone on crack cocaine. He was shirtless and his torso was covered in bloody scratches. As I was paying for my purchases I overheard a store employee telling the young man that he should go to emergency instead of hanging around in the store. I was immediately offended by what I (mistakenly) perceived to be a lack of compassion for him. So I piped up and asked why she felt he should go to the emergency? She replied that he had a bad cut on his head. I asked the man if I could have a look at his head and he bowed his head so I could see. There was indeed a deep gash. I suggested that he did indeed need to go to the emergency to have it checked out and asked him if he would like to walk over with me. He said " yes please ma'am" So we walked over together. Before we entered the hospital, he wanted to put his shirt on. I watched him struggle to control his spastic movements and put his shirt on. We continued on and I took him to the triage area and asked him if he would be ok on his own at this point as I had to get back to work.He assured me he would stay and thanked me again with manners any mother would be proud of.
