Intersecting Lives

I don't know if I have talked about this before, but either way it has been on my mind so here goes, time to let it pour out onto my screen.....
We all have a purpose in this world, we all meet people and come into their lives for one reason or another, either we ourselves needed it, or they needed it. We always get something from the relationships that we have, and I just don't mean the relationships of boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife; I mean all forms of the word; friends, family, relations, affairs, all of it. Somehow, some way one or the other needed it. Either we need them to change our life or we change theirs. Some is business, some need excitement, some need someone to talk to, some just want the sex, some just want to be away from everything in their life that bothers them.
Every time we come into someones life something changes, ourselves, or them. We take and or give with every interaction. Sometimes if we aren't careful, we lose a little bit in the end, but more times then not we win, cause we learned something, we helped someone, we lived a little. Even knowing the out come, we sometimes still allow it to be, just because we are curious, or we needed reason, or excitement.
I believe that my purpose in life is to just fix people, or at least try. It seems like that is all I find these days, broken women. Women that need to be saved from their own lives in one way or another. Showed something different, allowed to feel happy for whatever is wrong, or an ear that is always available. One way or another, I end up losing, I mean I gain and lose at the same time. I may gain a friend or lose one, I may gain a momentary love, but in the end, when their fixed...they disappear for awhile, only to come back around later on for more repairs..??
I dont know anymore. What I do know is that I am me, and I will always be the same. I'm not perfect, but I try, I'm not rich, but my heart is huge, but maybe thats the problem...I have a big heart and for some reason I want to save them, but in the end, who saves me? Who picks me up when I'm down? Who listens for my cries for help? Alone is how I feel....