Gather 'round the campfire, kids.
We're going to hear a story and sing a song.
First, some context.
Ms. Conroy (AKA "Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, AKA "The Abbess of All Anamchara"), had a non-life threatening illness which required a trip to the Emergency Room for medication, hydration and diagnostic tests.
All's well that ends well and this did. So, now we can tell the story and laugh.
Oh, I also need to tell you that Bill, our dear friend and brother, sure and true, took Ms. Conroy to the ER. And, that Bill, who is Irish and a member of God's Rainbow Tribe, as well as a life professed member of the Anamachara Fellowship, frequently wears kilts.
Kilts. You know. Celtic skirts for men. Has 'em in all different colors and plaids. Wears 'em with working boots and a T-shirt. Wears 'em everywhere. (No, I have no idea what he wears under the kilt.)
He lives here in Lower, Slower Delaware. That would be Sussex County, DE. The only one of three counties to vote for Christine ("I'm-not-a-witch") O'Donnell.
You might say he's making a statement.
So, here's the story:
Ms. Conroy is in the ER and the Admitting Nurse (ERAN) says to her
|Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy|
Ms. C: "Yes."
ERAN: "And, the name of your . . . (pause, first clue) . . . spouse?"
Ms. C: "Elizabeth Kaeton"
ERAN: (inhaling anxiety, exhaling) "Okaaay . . ."
Translation: "No, it's not okay, but okay, I'm a professional. I can deal with this. Okay."
ERAN: "And, is . . . (slight pause) . . . she here?"
Ms. C: "No."
ERAN: "Did someone drive you here?"
Ms. C: "Yes. My brother, Bill."
ERAN: "And, is he still here?"
Ms. C: "Yes. He's right there. Around the corner. He's the guy in the skirt."
ERAN: Dissolves into laughter, pulls herself together quickly, says, "I'm sorry. (Giggle) I'm sorry. (Giggle) Ahem, I'm so sorry."
Ms. C: "Its okay. It's a brave new world."
ERAN: "Yes, it's a lot to get used to in such a short time."
Ms. C: "Yes, yes.... since June . . . But, just imagine OUR adjustment."
ERAN: (Looking perplexed) "I'm sorry . . .?"
Ms. C: "I mean, look at it from the other side of this issue. You know, my side."
ERAN: (Looking perplexed) "How do you mean?"
Ms. C: "Well, you know. Finally getting respect and decency after all these years. For us, it's almost 38 years of being together . . . with six kids . . . and, you know . . . . five grandchildren."
|Anamchara Fellowship Gathering 2013|
Ms. Conroy: (Smiles) "Could I have that pain med soon?"
ERNA: "Yes, yes, of course . . ."
Angels sing: "AH -le-lu-ya! AH -le -lu-ya! Ah-le-lu-ya! Alleluia! AH-le-lu-YA!"
Light dawns on Marble Head!
Okay, this is where we gather round the campfire, boys and girls, and together, let us sing . . . .
It only takes a spark, to get a fire going.Pass it on, friends. Pass it on.
And soon all those around, can warm up to it's glowing.
That's how it is with God's love, once you've experienced it, it's fresh like spring, you want to sing, you want to pass it on.
Step by step.
Spark by spark.