"Pain nourishes courage. You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you." Mary Tyler Moore
Life often goes along in ordinary ways, until something happens to jar you out of your rut of ordinariness to an appreciation of what you have. Such an event took place this week. Wednesday night we got an email from our friends, parents of our son's best boyhood friend. Their son was playing basketball when, without warning, he collapsed. His heart had stopped beating! Fortunately he was at a gym with state-of-the-art first-aid equipment. They got his heart going again with shocks, and he was transported (unconscious) to a hospital in the city where he lives.
He was slowly brought out of his coma (which by that time was medication induced) on Friday. He is able to move, talk, think and is beginning to make a recovery, though not without many questions and some fears: Why did this happen? Will it happen again? What will the impact be on his schooling and his young family (wife and toddler)? We are all immensely grateful that he lived, and praying that all this works out for good. (Courage, dear friends, courage!) This is my gratitude item 749. for this week.
Life often goes along in ordinary ways, until something happens to jar you out of your rut of ordinariness to an appreciation of what you have. Such an event took place this week. Wednesday night we got an email from our friends, parents of our son's best boyhood friend. Their son was playing basketball when, without warning, he collapsed. His heart had stopped beating! Fortunately he was at a gym with state-of-the-art first-aid equipment. They got his heart going again with shocks, and he was transported (unconscious) to a hospital in the city where he lives.
He was slowly brought out of his coma (which by that time was medication induced) on Friday. He is able to move, talk, think and is beginning to make a recovery, though not without many questions and some fears: Why did this happen? Will it happen again? What will the impact be on his schooling and his young family (wife and toddler)? We are all immensely grateful that he lived, and praying that all this works out for good. (Courage, dear friends, courage!) This is my gratitude item 749. for this week.
750. I love the fall decorations—like these cute scarecrows.
751. I've made a good start to my November writing project. My goal is to write one poem a day. It's my way of tipping my hat to NaNoWriMo and all the novel writers slaving away at their novels this month.
752. The last harvest from my garden—prunings from the currant bush that we enjoyed for another few days as a table decoration.
753. Seeing a dear writing friend at her book signing on Saturday morning.
754. Ricky's Brekkie Bowls. Yumm!
755. The beautiful carpet of fall.
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4 comments:
Violet, I began to write a comment using May's FB account, but somehow lost it before it was completed.
However, thanks for sharing the story of the young man who was resuscitated. What an experience for your friends. Thank God for His mercy.
Great pictures and gifts -- as always. Thank you for sharing them.
Thanks so much, Peter! ...and the story goes on. We continue to pray for a grace-filled outcome. We know that with God nothing is wasted. It will be interesting to see how this event will impact lives.
A lovely list of big and small blessings. (And the currant bush leaves are beautiful).
Thanks Stacie. I wish those currant leaves had lasted longer. Autumn color is too brief.
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