I’ve just been busier than usual and haven’t had the time
to sit down. And I have discovered that one of the givens
about getting older is that friends get sick.
Spent half the day yesterday in the ER with a friend who
wasn’t doing well then brought him back to his house to
hopefully get better. I am not a big fan of hospitals or
ERs and never have been.
At one point a hospital chaplain came up and asked if I
was waiting to be seen by the ER staff. I explained that
I wasn’t but sitting for long periods of time is too painful
so I prefer to stand.
During our chat I discovered he was from Ethiopia and
started life as a farmer’s son. We talked of families and
beliefs then ended our chat with a handshake. We both
enjoyed the talk and he left saying he would come by later
to talk some more.
If he came back I wasn’t there as shortly after he went
down the hallway my friend was released. This morning I
was all primed to get done what I didn’t get done
yesterday, and on my second cup of coffee, when another
friend stopped by.
Turns out he’s scheduled for open heart surgery and was
worried about it. His brother was getting ripped off by an
fly-by-night contractor and was also having problems. Days
like this make our problems seem miniscule.
And now, I’m thinking of pizza, but it will have to wait
until I play catch up. Enjoy the day and think happy
thoughts. After all, if you can’t laugh you’d probably cry.
Comments are always welcome.