A weird thing happened on Facebook

I know Facebook is full of weird stuff, but this is in the cool kind of weird category. 

Anne Lamott the author is someone I follow on Facebook. It seems like her unorthodox Christianity meshes with mine and makes me feel better.  Several days ago she put an essay of sorts as her status. That's what she does. She has these uber long status messages. This one was about permission to complain, whether it was small or large.  I complained about losing and missing Katie. Then my comment was swallowed by hundreds of others, lost, or so I thought. 

Today I received a notification that someone responded to my comment on Anne's Facebook post. Mine. The one sentence that was lost. 

"Shannon...I'm walking along side you in your pain, it's a pain we both share...I'm a few more months down the road and barely hanging on, but I AM hanging on and I hope you can get through this minute..then the next one..then the next one. My prayers and hugs to you. Keep breathing as best you can."

Someone way out there heard. 

You guys always hear. You always know. And THAT is a true miracle. You carry me. 

But what are the odds? Someone heard my little voice in the wilderness. Amid all the complaining, big and small. My tiny voice was heard. Some stranger took the time to acknowledge my pain and share her own with me. 

I friended her and she accepted. She's in San Diego, but spent 6 years in Milwaukee. She said my profile made her smile because of the Milwaukee connection. We've started a conversation. 

A weird thing happened on Facebook. My voice was heard in the vast babble; I made a new friend.