George

My friend George had brain surgery in Birmingham yesterday. It could well have gone badly but prayers were answered big time and George is doing well. He will move from ICU in a day or two and should never again need to worry that the offending blood vessel will blow out and bleed out.

My brother was there to hold Yolanda's tiny hand as they waited for news from the doctor. Later, when all was relegated to the realm of the recovery room, Donnie went out for a walk until he would be allowed in to see George in his comatose baldness.

Outside, there was a mother helping her young daughter sell Girl Scout cookies. Donnie of course bought several boxes and as is common for him, struck up a conversation with the venders. Few can resist his good natured friendliness and delightful sense of humor, so soon the mother felt comfortable enough to ask a favor. Would he watch their display while she took her daughter to the restroom?

You bet! He did more than guard the goodies, Donnie hawked cookies and entertained the troops coming and going at the hospital main entrance. Having raised four daughters, he should have known the goodie girls would be gone a while, but after thirty minutes, he was getting a bit worried. By the time they returned, he had peddled most of their wares and left the elated pair to hurry back for the designated ICU visiting time.

Meanwhile, Richard and I are praising God for His goodness, for life and for a fresh and gentle rain shower. We enjoyed a quiet day of home and health.