I'm missing our guests, big time. I wrote this a year ago, before fear and panic overtook our world...
My life.
Meeting people, fascinating individuals, rocks my world.
(I write because my Texas folks wanted to hear from me each day, when I left Texas, so they know I’m okay. Now, I write because I can’t stop thinking about experiences, I have to write. It’s y’all’s fault, Texas.)
Anyway, I met X today, from Texas. Eventually I ask profession. Neurosurgeon. Get. Out. Do you know Derek Bruce? Yes. I share how Dr. Bruce saved my son’s life twenty years ago.
For those who don’t know, Micah fell on a pencil, it went up his nose, through his skull, barely penetrating the dura. Cerebral spinal fluid, the whole enchilada. He was Care flighted to Dallas, where Dr. Bruce did his thing. Micah never missed a beat, and is proudly serving our great nation.
(Dr. Michael Orms intervened when we initially arrived at the local hospital, otherwise I would be telling a much different story.) And God. It was the intervention of God, Michael (and Micah) will be quick to tell you.
ANYWAY, X is brilliant, unassuming, and she’s a woman. Does it get any better than this?
I love men, I really do, but when I learn of successful women, I well up with pride, like they’re my children or something. I didn’t bear-hug her, but I might have wanted to. I hung my head, shaking it back and forth. I look up, in her eyes. I’m so proud of you, I tell her, blah blah blah. I feel like an idiot sometimes.
I nearly wept, because, well, y’all know I’m a soft hearted fool. And the memories, sometimes they still take my breath away.
Man this stuff is good.
Postscript:
Wrap it up, Ms. Rona, hoe. No one likes you.
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