A Perfect

I did not understand the reason, but also knew quite well I was in the midst of “A Perfect Storm.”

I needed immediate help.

There was not much time left.

So I cried out for help (something I have always tried to avoid doing).

Of course, it arrived promptly (as always when a voice is heard even in the wilderness.)

The Good Samaritans descended, not wearing gossamer angel wings, but rather dingy dark uniforms embossed with three significant red letters, They drove not an intriguing magical carpet, but an industrial sized vehicle.

And, of course, they transported me to aid immediately with absolute precision, gentle kindness, accompanied with great sensitivity.

Now I have returned home, not only with a different lifestyle, but also carrying a mammoth satchel of gratitude.

My perfect storm was the result of too little sodium and too much water, As well as a few other pertinent things,

Obviously, a lesson, contrary to the rules that have governed most of my years, but indeed a vital life instruction.

The three days I spent in my temporary home “away from home” taught me many important things beyond a revised diet routine,

The enforced incident also reaffirmed a lesson in the goodness of the world we currently share.

Despite the black cloud that seems to be constantly lurking, there remain an abundance of God’s blessings not yet diminished.

Over the past 36 hours I was not only forced but also, blessed to relook at my life

When I returned home, I carried not only new medical instructions, but also a significant recognition of the immensity of HIS gifts during my days spent on this earth,

While I am immensely grateful for the lesson I so desperately needed and the fresh viewpoint I brought home with me, I am also happy it was a relatively brief experience,

It is quite lovely to be home.