You know the one I am talking about. When they pull their cell phone out of their pocket and give it the stare. It could also be called a glare, it is intense. They just stared at their phone two minutes ago, but there they go again. What exactly are they waiting for? One would think they were praying to some cellular god that lives inside their phone. "Please god, have someone call or text me". I am so lonely. Cell phones, like computers, have empowered the meekest and weakest of us with a sense of power. Someone has texted me, therefore, I am important. If I were to miss a call......it would be the end of the world, as we know it. I spend a lot of time waiting in airports. I feel like Woody Allen, observing life on this planet. For the most part, everyone in the airport is looking at their cell phone. That L.E.D. light emitting from the phone shines on their face. Perhaps God is really talking to them from his enlightened throne. I am no exce
Linda and I have been crying a lot lately. It is random. Little things set us off.
Our only child, Lisa, has been gone now for nine years. There is no way it has been that long. I think of her every day.
Now......my only brother, Chuck, is in a battle for his life.
When I suspected that something was drastically wrong with Lisa. I stopped my truck along US 19 and got down on my knees and prayed that she was all right. She was not.
I have been praying every day, all day for my brother. He is not responding.
If anyone else tells me that again that God is calling them home. I will lose it.
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