The value of a shoulder.

Yes, I am cared for. Perhaps not in the shape and form that I wished, but I know I am cared for. Whether it is that friend who offers to hold me tight, or the one that gets on all fours just so I wouldn't have to. It could also be the one that finds me the help I need when he/she cannot offer it. It is also that invisible one that keeps me safe, sending good people my way, so I can clamber out of my ditch. For this, I should be thankful. And indeed, I am.