I got a fabulous email this morning from my friend Laura...
Our friend Jose, who has been in Iraq for the past 9 months as Special Forces (that means they not only go to the dangerous places, they do all those raids on terrorist strongholds...you know, the ones with high casualty rates) called her today STATESIDE!
Made me smile all morning knowing that he is home safe again. This was his 4th Tour. SF don't go for the typical 12-14 month tours because of the nature of what they do. But up until now, his tours have only been about 6 months tops, so this was a long one.
Then I come home for lunch and as I'm driving back....oh no...flat tire. OK, I can do this... Um...nope, guess not. But neither could a very nice guy who tried to help, my husband, or the tow truck guy. Couldn't get the hub cap off to remove the
tire. So I was 1/2 hour late getting back to work because thankfully Earl was on his way home anyway. So $87 for the tow truck (we'll get reimbursed) and over $300 in tires, I have a car again. There went a chunk of that tax rebate.
Get back from running a couple errands and I get a phone call from Mike, who does a LOT for our shooting program. He had some scoping tests done today to find out what's wrong, and his stomach is almost completely blocked. Blocked bad enough that they couldn't get the scope actually into his stomach. That's why he's lost about 50 pounds and is weak as a kitten.
He will have surgery probably in the next week. I really wasn't encouraged by his attitude, he said "I hope I can recover from this." I said, "Mike, you have to have faith - you will get past this!" "Well, I hope I can..."
I know how powerful TCS vibes are, and Mike sure could use some right now.
I think I'm going to go to bed before something even worse happens... And the day started out SO good, and I'm still so thrilled that Jose is home, but the situation with Mike sure puts a damper on that happiness.
Our friend Jose, who has been in Iraq for the past 9 months as Special Forces (that means they not only go to the dangerous places, they do all those raids on terrorist strongholds...you know, the ones with high casualty rates) called her today STATESIDE!
Then I come home for lunch and as I'm driving back....oh no...flat tire. OK, I can do this... Um...nope, guess not. But neither could a very nice guy who tried to help, my husband, or the tow truck guy. Couldn't get the hub cap off to remove the
Get back from running a couple errands and I get a phone call from Mike, who does a LOT for our shooting program. He had some scoping tests done today to find out what's wrong, and his stomach is almost completely blocked. Blocked bad enough that they couldn't get the scope actually into his stomach. That's why he's lost about 50 pounds and is weak as a kitten.
I think I'm going to go to bed before something even worse happens... And the day started out SO good, and I'm still so thrilled that Jose is home, but the situation with Mike sure puts a damper on that happiness.