Posted on 07/31/2022 3:53:07 AM PDT by sodpoodle
but while we are here we might as well dance...
To do what is the greatest joy when there is little left to do
Thank you for a great start to a beautiful Sunday morning.
YA GOT ME. Brought tears to my eyes.
Keep the Faith.
I clicked on this thread expecting your regular joke thread.
Thank you for posting. Good reminder for all.
What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.
I read this following the grief of losing my father in law last night. Ironically my wife and I were at dinner for our anniversary last night. Her friend had called earlier in the day to tell her to be prepared, it wouldn’t be long. We were both joking that we’d be pissed if he died on our anniversary, which is today. It seems that Harold broke the trend of familial deaths on birthdays or other otherwise happy events. Thankful knowing he is in heaven and will not be suffering any more. He had his second stroke from what I suspect is from the multiple jabs he took. He lived a good long life into his 80s and although will be missed we have some awesome memories of him in healthier days.
Well done. Thank you for this ;post.
Oh man...my eyes are blurry...
"What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one
who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run,
or had honked once, then driven away?"
But she didn't. You appeared for her.
"On a quick review, I don't think that
I don't either.
I have done anything more important in my life.'
Perhaps it was destiny, hers and yours. Perhaps it was a miracle. Many miracles happen to all of us. Most go unnoticed.
When I was a medical student, late one night, after midnight, when I was so exhausted I could hardly move, and I was scared because I seriously needed to study, the chief resident sent me to clean the suppurating wound of a man who was dying of throat cancer and had developed a fistula (an abnormal channel) between his trachea and skin.
He was so terribly unhappy. He kept coughing uncontrollably, and, as he did, bloody phlegm flew from the fistula. I had to keep ducking to keep the phlegm from hitting me, and I was not completely successful. He kept apologizing.
I was trying not to hurt him.
After a while, as he apologized again, I said this to him: "There is no where I would rather be right now and nothing I would rather be doing than this."
That was true.
A calm came over him.
In that moment, I loved that man, whom I had never seen before or did since, as much as I have ever loved anyone.
What happened that night was a miracle. I hope that I brought comfort and love to him, but I was as much a recipient of miraculous grace as he was, in fact probably more.
I have never forgotten him. I have never forgotten that miracle. I have never ceased looking for other miracles. They happen to us all the time.
To be blessed with the divine virtues of faith, hope, and charity is the greatest miracle of all, and it can happen to every one of us, any time.
I’m so sorry
Ping
Beautiful story.
Many thanks on a Sunday morning.
Heartfelt, fact-filled, so don’t let the title fool you.
YESTERDAY I ACTED LIKE A JACKASS - by Robert Yoho MD (ret)
Author of Butchered by Healthcare, pharma, congress $5 on Kindle.
This story has been around for years, and I have read it multiple times, but it does me good to read it again today. Thank you.
Sorry for your loss. I’ll say a prayer for your father-in-law’s soul.
There should have been a Kleenex waring on this post.
About to call a dear friend with metastatic cancer that i’ve been estranged from, and I really needed to read this this morning to get my head straight before calling her. Because it’s about her, not me.
God works in mysterious ways. Thank you for playing your role.
****Because it’s about her, not me*****
Very wise comment....we should make decisions based on others’ needs, not just our own.
God bless
It’s okay to be sad, but i am joyful that i spoke with my friend for nearly two hours, focusing our conversation on her comfort and thoughts at this tragic end of life event. She is an ER doctor by profession, and a suffering cancer patient by twist of fate. She understands the ramifications and nuance of her total circumstance, which has made her ordeal all the more difficult. She said that while in hospital last week, she understood “what all the beeps mean.”
I have prayed much harder for her than i was remembering. Even with her impending demise, i heard her smile at something wry that i said. We get each other, and love each other. And I managed to tell her that in a solid voice without crying.
Your part helped me get the strength i needed.
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