For some, yet unknown, reason I'm in a really good mood today.
Work was nothing special. Nothing new or out of the ordinary.
Lunch was just a sandwich and apple - nothing particularly noteworthy.
My commute was quick and uneventful...both ways.
However, I'm just finding myself being happy today.
An old memory slammed into me on my drive home tonight...something that I never shared with anyone. As some of you know I spent many years working for the church. I've worked hundreds of funerals, weddings and baptisms.
I participated in Last Rites once.
She was a young mother of one. Successful husband. Extremely nice house in an expensive neighborhood.
She was dying of cancer.
She was lying on the couch with their daughter who was in Kindergarten. Dying. What do you say to someone you've just met who knows you're there to 'assist' in Last Rites? 'Nice to meet you. Sucks about the whole dying thing.' I shook her hand and said, 'hello, I'm Jeff.' We chatted about books and what I did at the church while my boss, the priest, prepared.
I had met her husband a few times - a very nice, quiet man. I say 'man' because I was all of 20 at the time - he was approximately my age now. Waitresses call me 'sir' now, but I still think of myself in a much younger light. We said hello and he sat down and held her hand.
The prayer began, and before I knew it we were all done.
We all chatted for a bit longer and then we left. Done and done.
Months passed.
The next time I saw her she was cured.
...and pregnant.
The last I heard they had 7 kids.
This was 16 years ago.
I believe in miracles.
I never told anyone this story. I have no idea why. It's like I had forgotten it had even happened. Today I remembered...just...out of nowhere.


