In my devotional today I came across this passage from a Madeline l’Engle book:
  My son-in-law, Alan Jones, told me a story of a Hassidic rabbi, renowned for his piety. He was unexpectedly confronted one day by one of his devoted youthful disciples. In a burst of feeling, the young disciple exclaimed, “My master, I love you!” The ancient teacher looked up from his books and asked his fervent disciple, “Do you know what hurts me, my son?” The young man was puzzled. Composing himself, he stuttered, “I don’t understand your question, Rabbi. I am trying to tell you how …read more

So, as if we haven’t had to adapt to enough changes over the past fifteen months, Marye taking over the driving has really tried her schedule of too few hours in a day.
With all of the other stresses put on us the last two Doctor visits have had the “C” word (cancer) float into the conversation. This Tuesday really did it. The Doctor asked, “Marc, you haven’t been driving have you? Marc you can not drive until you are six months seizure and/or syncope free.”
Busted.