I found myself in a hospital waiting room with nothing to read. There were only three books on a table and not a magazine or newspaper in sight. My choices were Lewis Carroll's "Alice Through The Looking Glass," Louisa May Alcott's "Little Women," or Franz Kafka's "The Castle." There I was and my choices were satirical nonsense, sentimental romance, or humanity's endless struggle with an unfeeling bureaucracy. Humanity's struggle seemed the more challenging option. How often are we faced in life with choices that challenge us? How often are we alone to make a decision with limited options? My situation paled to the emotions and anxieties of the family waiting for the quadruple bypass surgery being performed on their loved one. As it was just beginning, their morning was tense and their day would be long. They were powerless to do anything but pray. The life of their loved one was in the hands of others. Their prayer was that those hands were guided by God's own. As it turned out, the surgery went well. The patient's prognosis is better than good and everyone breathes easier. The dilemma of my reading choices was nothing compared to the worry of a family who waited and worried and prayed. God bless them all and also for he who now has new hope for a longer life because of modern medicine and prayer.
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