Thank You.
Friday, December 02, 2005
A teenaged girl. Ran out, into the street. In front of the car. In front of Mr.C. It was pounding rain and who knows. Perhaps she did not see the car coming, perhaps she did and didn't want to ruin her hair. At the beginning of the day. And ruin her chances for the date with the boy that she loves. Who knows. Why these things happen. But she ran out and the woman in the car in front of Mr. C. slammed on the breaks. And hydroplaned, as did Mr.C. The girl continued to run, without stopping. She could have been hit. Thank God she was not. Our car, into the womans'. She was not hurt, nor was Mr. C. Double Thank God. The car will be repaired next week. Things can be fixed, sometimes people can not. Mr. C. home tonight playing dinky cars with our oblivious son. Life is good.
My brother. Has many health problems. Epilepsy is one. He shakes, so the doctor changes his medication. The mailman finds him face down on the front lawn, passed out from a seizure. He is rushed to the hospital. My mother calls to tell me this 5 minutes after the call from Mr.C which prompted post #1 on this topic. So Mount St. V erupts and I flow out with her. My brother will be in the hospital until at least Tuesday, but I think it is to get his dosage in order. In the meantime, his wife is home with their two girls. And they live 5 hours away. All should be well for them, just lots of worry with work, and the things that would go along with a spouse/father who is generally not well. My mother blames his illness on pesticides that were sprayed on the military bases when we were growing up. The plumes of white spray in the air as children liked to run through their mist in the hot summer days, treating the odorless lethal spray like a sprinkler. This is one thing that I can actually say I agree with her on.
Thank you, faceless nameless friends. You are the salve that soothes the wound, the glue to fix the cracks. Your ears somehow hear. Your eyes read my words. You ignore if you chose to. And that is ok. But you write you write you write. Such kind words and thoughts of humanity. How did I find you? Thank You. A millionfold.
My brother. Has many health problems. Epilepsy is one. He shakes, so the doctor changes his medication. The mailman finds him face down on the front lawn, passed out from a seizure. He is rushed to the hospital. My mother calls to tell me this 5 minutes after the call from Mr.C which prompted post #1 on this topic. So Mount St. V erupts and I flow out with her. My brother will be in the hospital until at least Tuesday, but I think it is to get his dosage in order. In the meantime, his wife is home with their two girls. And they live 5 hours away. All should be well for them, just lots of worry with work, and the things that would go along with a spouse/father who is generally not well. My mother blames his illness on pesticides that were sprayed on the military bases when we were growing up. The plumes of white spray in the air as children liked to run through their mist in the hot summer days, treating the odorless lethal spray like a sprinkler. This is one thing that I can actually say I agree with her on.
Thank you, faceless nameless friends. You are the salve that soothes the wound, the glue to fix the cracks. Your ears somehow hear. Your eyes read my words. You ignore if you chose to. And that is ok. But you write you write you write. Such kind words and thoughts of humanity. How did I find you? Thank You. A millionfold.
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8:17 PM
{{{{{{ Cathy}}}}}
That's what friends are for..Blogger/strangers friends/faceless ones etc....Were all here.