September
About six years ago on a Thursday morning around 10 o’clock, I got a phone call from Georgette. At the time, I was at my office. She told me that a man we both knew was on life support at one of the local hospitals. He was in his 60s and had gone in for surgery earlier that morning. Something went wrong during the surgery, and he had stopped breathing. The surgical team was able to bring him back to life, but his wife and children were told that he was “brain dead.” The only thing keeping him alive was a ventilator (a breathing machine).
Although I like the Internet and most of its features and benefits, when it comes to sending and receiving communications of any substance, I hate email. I long for the good old days (20 years ago) when people wrote real letters, folded them up, placed them in envelopes addressed to the intended recipients, and mailed them.
Over the past year I’ve gotten to know a young man who works at a local restaurant. (For the purposes of this discussion, I’m going to call him Rusty.) I see Rusty at least once a week when I pick up something to eat at the restaurant. Rusty is a devout Christian. He’s 36 years old, married, and has three children. He works hard, is honest, has a good attitude, and appears to get along well with everyone he comes into contact with.
Earlier this year, one of my daughters was standing in the hallway of a local school visiting with a small group of girls. The ages of the girls ranged from 14 to 20. As they were talking, a 19-year-old boy they all knew came walking toward them. (For purposes of this discussion, I’m going to call him James.) As James approached, he said to the girls, “Step aside, bitches.”
The newest release of the Marvel Studios movie, The Amazing Spider-Man, tells the back-story of Peter Parker (Spider-Man). The movie starts out when Peter is a young boy. For an unexplained reason, someone is out to get Peter’s parents. In order to ensure his safety, Peter’s parents drop him off to stay with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben.