Already this experience is so humbling to me (both in the knock-my-legs-out-from-under-me-so-I-throw-myself-at-the-mercy-of-the-Lord kind of humbling and the people-are-good kind of humbling).

Initially I thought to myself, I'm going to look for one blessing a day to note here during this awful trial, so I can find a way to look on the bright side and be grateful.

But they are coming in too fast.


Last night we found a wrapped package the size of a shirt box on our stairs. It had my husband's name on it. Inside was an envelope on which was written:

Mr. R,

I know it won't put a huge dent inthe medical bills you're about to face, but I wanted to help. I love you and I'll be praying for your speedy recovery.

Love,

One of your past students whose life you've changed for the better.

Merry Christmas

Inside was a wad of twenty dollar bills.

It is exactly enough to cover Shane's medical deductible.



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Shane plays basketball "with the boys" at 6 a.m. every Tuesday and Thursday morning.

He's done this for years.

I knew it would be a rough time having to tell them last Tuesday.

And it was.

Today he came home and told me "The boys brought me flowers."

The "flowers" were really a brand new basketball.

Signed by "the boys."