... wistful, hopeful musings
I was sitting outside a hospital room one evening waiting for
the doctor to tell me of my sister's condition.
When he emerged he told me that she would probably not last
through the night because of her heart condition.
I went into her room and, after a kiss, she said, "Bill, put
your hand behind my neck and give me strength."
I did that and after several minutes, she said, "I feel better
now. Thank you. What would I do without you?"
I smoothed her brow with my hand and said, "Go to sleep now
and I'll see you in the morning."
The next morning she was alert and looking forward to going
home. She did go home in a few days and she lived for another
So, often when I daydream, I fancy myself to be a psychic
healer and I lift the most horrendous burdens from my fellow
Well, hey! Who knows? Perhaps the next time around. Who can say?
I'm debating whether or not to sign this.
April 2, 1999