Every now and then, something
happens to remind us that life
is precarious, precarious beyond
belief.
I imagine that above all else, we
fear for our children. We would
bargain with anything we own,
or even don't, to make them safe.
And yet, somehow we take for
granted that all will be well, that
all will be safe.
Then that P-word rears its ugly
head . . . and life is nothing if not
precarious. At those times, no
matter our beliefs, we fall to our
knees and beg God to save our
babes. We promise anything, and
then . . . fear and anger seep in.
We shout, scream, curse and even
threaten. "Let my child live! Make
him well! Save her, or else!" And,
then we rise, shake our fists at our
deities and demand satisfaction.
Once the danger passes, do we
recant? Beg pardon? Show our
gratitude? Alas, I sin on the side
of doling out my anger, seldom
remembering the other side of
the coin.
So at this moment in time, let
me remember gratitude as the
operative word. May I rise to
the occasion and be counted.
And yes, I am beyond grateful
for this long awaited, beautiful
outcome!
may the gods be praised
hold our children to your hearts
yes ever grateful
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