JunieGirl
Itwaswellaftermid-night, ; theBroadwaytheatre, themusic, therestaurants—fromthedeli’stotheTavern-On-the-Green.“Thisiswhatthecityissupposedtobeabout,” Ithought, .m.onthatMarch17th, -fiveminuteslaterIwaswheeledintoarecoveryroom, andaveryfewhoursafterbeingreturnedtomyownhospitalroom, Ifoundmyselfactuallyonmyfeet, halfwalking, .
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Miraculously, , , , “Youaremysister.” Iansweredbackandsaid, “Youaremybrother.” Heturnedandlefttheroom.
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AsIturnedtowalkdownthecorridortotheelevator, mybrotherstoodinthedoorway, smiling, noddingandgivinghisblessing.
, , IknewwithoutadoubtthattheSpiritofGodhoveredoverussmiling, noddingandblessinguswiththeknowledgethatweareallone.
, jobloss, whateverthecatastrophemaybe; weareleftcompletelywithoutanypretensionandourheartsandsoulsareopentothosearoundusandweareabletoaccepttheloveandkindnessesofothers—, colorandcreedandleadstoapairofdarkbrowneyesseekingapairofveryblueeyesandpledgingalovethatwilllastthroughtime.
