August 02, 2007

My Mom, The Psychic

As I was talking to my mom on the phone the other night she asked me how my friend's mom was doing. I said, "not well, why do you ask?"
"Well, I've just had this urge to pray for her lately. She's been heavy on my heart."
Little did she know at the time, Mary was a wreck.
Only a week prior, Mary returned to her car from a full day of class to find that she'd forgotten her beloved dog in the backseat. The dog was in a coma when she found her and was rushed to the emergency vet nearly an hour away. Due to the significant amount of brain damage, the dog was put to sleep later than day.

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