I Have to Keep Things In Perspective
Yesterday I spent the first hour of the day writing a letter to someone who owes me money from a long time ago. It is unlikely he'll answer or pay me. I had planned to post the letter here, but now I am not so sure I will do that.
Then the day took a turn for the worse...I lost my cell phone. I then spent the next four hours looking for it. Finally, a visitor to my rooming house tried to help me by calling my number in my room and near my car, the most likely places for it to wind up. No sound was heard. I drove about two miles to the store of my cell phone provider to see if they knew what to do; there was nothing they could do although they were sympathetic.
Finally, by accident, as I got ready to collapse on my bed after a too active day...I found my phone in a pile of catalogs and magazines next to my bed; when I'd searched for the phone, I kept picking up the pile of magazines to search, not realizing it had slipped into the pile. A prayer answered! I was exhausted but happy.
Before I fell asleep, I found out my roommate, Doc (his nickname), had collapsed with a stroke, then had a second stroke as the ambulance took him to the hospital. He is a very sick man whose has cancer. He went into a coma in the hospital and is not expected to make it.
Doc was friends with the roommate that died (in the same room which Doc then moved into), Jimmy, whom I wrote about in another post.
It's a lesson in perspective. All I lost was my cell phone, and then I found it. It now looks as if Doc is going to lose a lot more.
I am going to try and see if I can get into IT in the hospital and visit him, though I know he is unconscious. We are not close friends but we were friendly, and he has no family because, like me, he never married. I know what it's like to be alone.
Then the day took a turn for the worse...I lost my cell phone. I then spent the next four hours looking for it. Finally, a visitor to my rooming house tried to help me by calling my number in my room and near my car, the most likely places for it to wind up. No sound was heard. I drove about two miles to the store of my cell phone provider to see if they knew what to do; there was nothing they could do although they were sympathetic.
Finally, by accident, as I got ready to collapse on my bed after a too active day...I found my phone in a pile of catalogs and magazines next to my bed; when I'd searched for the phone, I kept picking up the pile of magazines to search, not realizing it had slipped into the pile. A prayer answered! I was exhausted but happy.
Before I fell asleep, I found out my roommate, Doc (his nickname), had collapsed with a stroke, then had a second stroke as the ambulance took him to the hospital. He is a very sick man whose has cancer. He went into a coma in the hospital and is not expected to make it.
Doc was friends with the roommate that died (in the same room which Doc then moved into), Jimmy, whom I wrote about in another post.
It's a lesson in perspective. All I lost was my cell phone, and then I found it. It now looks as if Doc is going to lose a lot more.
I am going to try and see if I can get into IT in the hospital and visit him, though I know he is unconscious. We are not close friends but we were friendly, and he has no family because, like me, he never married. I know what it's like to be alone.
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