What We Do Is Important

Friday evening a Lady approached me an ask me “Do you remember me?” I looked at her and saw a hint of a face I remembered but only in her eyes. I looked again and said ” I should” but truthfully past the eyes I could not. She told me her name, which I did recognize, because in my last job I supplied her with O2 tanks and serviced her O2 concentrator. Since then she was the recipient of a successful lung transplant and looked beautiful to my eyes.

Here is a pic of her dog that matches my feelings of good news in ugly times.Embrace the day!

Author: The Jagged Man

I am a 59 year old guy who is asking questions about life like "what does it all mean?" and " how come hair will not grow on my head but grows real fast on my ears and back?" you know the deep stuff. I believe in Jesus Christ and that He died for all. The rest I am still working on. View all posts by The Jagged Man