Good Day Flower

This morning I was in a rush to get to two prayer vigils, so after the prayer vigils I went to the drive up of McDonald’s for coffee and breakfast. As I was receiving my food the young girl serving me said: “Have a good day!” Normally I would not be too aware of this remark but this morning I was. I hoped she was right.

The next stop was the ICU at the hospital where my friend Ella’s husband is. I was going to take her, as I regularly do, to the pharmacy of another hospital where she gets a monthly supply of medication for her and her husband. However, her husband Joseph was in distress breathing this morning so she sent me to the other hospital by myself to pick up the medication. When I returned to the Intensive Care Unit she was not in the room with Joseph. So I just sat by his bedside in his presence, waiting and praying. Due to his difficult breathing a young nurse had been assigned to sit outside his room to make sure he stayed calm as he fought for his breath, even with the oxygen mask on.

When Ella and another friend from Church returned to the room the new nurse explained Joseph’s situation and to her in her enthusiasm exclaimed: “We are going to have a good day!”

Tonight my wife and I helped a friend from Sierra Leone get her bed fixed. It took us a couple of stores and a stop for frozen custard, Milwaukee’s finest. When we were finally finished I must have expected our friend to say ”Have a Good Day” since I said thank you. She pointed out that she was the one suppose to thank us not me thank her. I said she was right and just said: “You are welcome.”

It was not the day I expected. Between these incidents and waiting for my son at the dentist’s office I only got to spend an hour in the home gardens. But in that hour I did have the chance to enjoy an emerging flower in front of the house. So it was a good day.

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