healing threads

for three years now

we have been

stitching for others...

 

 

in beautiful happy colors

our mission is

simple

to help others

feel better

to let others know

we care

it's a simple gesture

that allows our

sarah to create

then share her talents

this week

for the first time

in more than four years

she herself

has been in the hospital

double pneumonia

last night

 at the suggestion

of a customer

i brought her a pillowcase

and a quilt

this morning as the room

became chilly

following a power outage

due to a massive

ice storm

i witnessed first

hand

what a difference

it can make

as she slept so

peacefully

the first time

in more than a week

miracles in the clouds...

days like this

remind me

although i want...

 

to think i'm

in charge

i'm really not

 we indeed arrived in

 new orleans last night

but by four this morning

i knew sarah

was in trouble

 so we called for a taxi

 and headed back

to the airport

 for the first flight

to ohio

the taxi driver

no doubt

divinely sent

 midway through

somewhere over the midwest

it was apparent

her airway

was collapsing

 so i asked

 the flight attendant

for a small tank of oxygen

 instead

 i got multiple emt's
quickly responding
 to her plea
for help

 they were heading to a

first responders

 convention

in south bend

the one who stepped up first

a gentle giant of a man

sarah adored him

the admiration

quickly became mutual

then we landed

to see out our window

three firetrucks

 and two ambulances

 at the gate

as the doors

 of the plane flew open

chicago's finest

 dressed in blue

raced in

to scoop up my girl

 and in the process

we educated

 an entire plane
 full of strangers

who cheered, clapped

threw praises

and blessings our way

feeling very grateful

that we safely arrived home

and thankful for the

strength that

comes over me in times

like this

so sorry to have missed the

wedding

and the quilt shops

we had planned

to visit during our stay

we'll have to make

a return visit

one day soon

especially to thank

tommie walters

of baton rouge

our hero on flight 1792

a grateful crash

i went to

the body shop

today...

 

 

to clean out

the boy's car

as the

insurance company

 has declared

it a total loss

not surprising as

it was more

than a decade old

i started with

the center console

then the glove box

scooped up the

two soccer balls

the empty energy drink cans

before moving

to the back hatch

as i gathered

a single lose sock

my eyes welled

with tears

my heart became soft

realizing there

are parents

who would cling to

this stinky sock

as a remembrance

of a last game played

the scent of their athlete gone

they would carry

this box full of stuff

home to an

 empty bedroom

i said a little prayer

in that parking lot

feeling very grateful

for second chances

this evening

true story...

i don't believe I've ever

gotten

political on this blog...

 

here I am...stuck in the middle with you

 

...but there's a

 time for everything

and today

on the fourth day

 of the

government shut-down

of 2013

over healthcare

presumably

they've left me no choice

happy friday