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The picture above is of Grace Michelle, who is due to arive in a couple months. You’ll see the connection to the picture as you read on. Adoro Te Devote has started a meme, and has tagged me. Here are the rules: First, thanks! I kinda like these. I hope this person is still living, but I don’t know - the event happened about 23 years ago, and it didn’t happen to me - though I witnessed it.
It was early in my high school years. I think it was between freshman and sophomore year. I was living at school then and was either home on the weekend or for Easter break. Anyway, Mom was having medical issues. Something was wrong. She had gone to the doctor, and he said he thought she had a tumor. I am not sure of the details, but I did know that she was worried. The doctor prescribed some sort of medication that would help if it was tumor, and I remember us going to the local Sav-on drug store to get the prescription filled. I still remember that day because, something happened that I had not seen before nor since. Later that day I remember sitting at the kitchen table, where you can see the front door. I don’t remember how long it was since we had gotten home, but there was a knock on the door. I think my sister opened it. A man was at the door asking to see Mom. It was the pharmacist. Now, perhaps in the “old days” (circa 1880) pharmacists would visit your house. But in the early 1980s, to have a stranger make a house call…? It isn’t really “me” decade behavior. He told Mom that if she had any reason to think that she was pregnant, not to take the medication. Now, the doctors told Mom that she would never have children again after my sister (who was 12 by then). This was very odd to hear, but with a warning like that, would you take the medication? Mom didn’t take it. The tumor turned out to not be a tumor, but my brother. When I look back at my life, there were lots of people who helped me and made a huge difference in my life. But I can think of only this one time where I witnessed a person save the life of someone close to me.
1. Honor a living hero
2. Preference given to Firefighters, Police Officers, Paramedics, EMT’s, Dispatchers
3. Not everyone is acquainted with someone fitting into these categories. If this is the case, then honor someone else, a hero in your life who is willing to “give all” in some way. It can be a priest, a pastor, a teacher, a relative, a friend…etc.
Second, let me say that this is not easy. I am one of those Gen Xers who doesn’t have much in the way of heroes. There have been people who have influenced me, whom I admire, whom I appreciate, for whom I thank God. But not any real “heroes.” Oh, I could probably pull a cliché, but that would not be much fun for you or me. So I was stumped. But as I was driving Sunday night it came to me.
To keep this going, I tag:
Jerry Grosso at My Autistic Boy and Other Adventures in Fatherhood
Moneybags at A Catholic Life (if he is not too swamped)
Amber at This Catholic Journey
Ukok at Ukok’s Place
and… Aaron Calloway, who is lurking as a reader here. AC, just post it in the comments.
Tags: heroes, pharmacist, miracle
