Why Me Lord

For as long as I can remember, I have had an affinity for strays, both animals and people. Though maybe people are not considered strays. My mom must have been very upset with me many times for dragging home yet another kitten. I was a pretty normal kid, roller skated, biked, broke wrists and scraped my butt a few times. When I got to high school I was getting a bit too big for my britches so life managed to slow me down  and put me back on track. That came about by a bout with polio during the 50's  epidemic.  A year to get back on my feet changed a lot about me. But after a while, I finished school, gave college a try then married and spent 20 years with an Air Force hubby, so covered a lot of ground. Had three children early on, and when they were all in school, there were a lot of extra hours in my day. I did the room mother, scout leader Sunday School teacher stuff, but was looking for more. One Sunday our preacher had a great sermon about Footprints in The Sand. He asked if we had left any. Shortly after, there was an item in the paper looking for Foster parents. We applied and were accepted, and for many years after, had a lot of babies come stay with us. We had a special care thing, for babies of very young mothers, which meant possible problems. One was deaf, one died a sudden crib death, but for the most part they were just precious little ones who needed love. One of them, a little blond blue eyed girl, had many health problems and could not be placed for adoption, we had her for a year. then the orders for shipment came. We asked if she could go with us but were told not unless we adopted her. Well, we did just that. She was already part of our family. When she was 5 years old, she began bruising badly. We spent the next five years caring for her as she struggled with a serious blood disease whch caused her blood not to make platelets. We moved to the country, raised our own food, and kept her going for 5 more years,. We hoped she would outgrow the problem but when she was ten, she lost the struggle. What a little angel she was, going through all the bone maroow tests, transfusions and pain with no complaints. Loosing her was a big wrench. Shortly after, my kids had grown and moved out, and I divorced and remarried. For about 30 years we worked, moved nearer my aging , ill parents and finally retired to TN and the beautiful Smoky Mountains. With in weeks, my husband began having health problems. He was diagnosed with a blood disease. His blood made too many platelets. This required  a six bypass operation. He also had diabetes and high blood pressure, which we controlled well with diet.  But the blood problem was not fixable and about five years down the line, I lost him too. So similar, and so hard to understand. They say God will not give you more than you can cope with, and I have gotten throgh both these periods and here I still am. Guess the question should be, Why Not Me. Wouldn't change much in life except to wish the pain for others had not been so great. I am still searching for the reason i am here on this earth, maybe I will never know. But I thank God every day for one more day of sunrise and sunset in this lovely area.