It is Monday morning and with it comes that repeated question, “How was your weekend?”
Let’s see…. How was my weekend?
Well….. a car drove through and destroyed my favorite hotdog stand.
New Zealand lost the World Cup. The Bears were defeated on prime time television. Chandler Bing drowned in a hot tub. My daughter watched a Taylor Swift movie when there were football games being played.
….and…. My ex wife’s father had a heart attack!
Maybe I should talk about good timing and the power of prayer?
I mentioned yesterday that my father in law was sick and it could impact the mental health of my oldest son. Suddenly the prayers came rolling in from across Chicagoland, from across the Midwest, from across the world.
It was like the final courtroom scene of “Miracle on 34th Street.” You know when the mailmen start bringing in bag after bag after bag of letters from children to Santa Claus.
Santa sat up on the stand with a huge smile on his face. That is how I felt every time one of you posted the praying hands emoji on yesterday’s chalkboard.
And for the definition of good timing?
You have a guy who broke his hip on a Wednesday. He’s in the hospital recovering from the surgery and decides to have a heart attack. First of all being in the hospital saved his life. If he would have had a heart attack at home or out on the street…. He would have probably died.
Breaking his hip put him in the right place at the right time.
Here is another definition of good timing.
His wife stopped off to bring George home Saturday afternoon. She stayed for a bit and headed back to see her husband laying in a hospital bed with a broken hip.
When she got to the room she noticed his breathing was labored and he was in pain.
She immediately called the nurse. Suddenly the whole medical team is in the room and Mr. Bergmann is whisked off to the e.r..
If Mrs. Bergmann didn’t visit the love of her life at that moment… he would have probably died.
Prayers and good timing saved my father in laws life.
Now….
Should I go back to the assclown who drove his Subaru into Parky’s?
No…. Probably not.
Throughout this whole weekend…. World War III is looming in the Middle East. Chicago is still under progressive democratic destruction and the Federal government still resembles an episode of “Romper Room.”
All the crap in the previous paragraph is out of my control.
I might never have another hotdog ever again at Parky’s. Probably a good thing since my doctor made me take a bunch of tests that determined that I need to cut hotdogs out of my diet.
For the man formerly known as my father in law?
Prayer is going to get him into November and hopefully he will see all of his grandchildren become adults.
Maybe I’m pushing my luck, but maybe, just maybe….
….he will see his daughter and her ex husband become amicable again?
Alright Chalkheads! Let’s finish October off with a boo. Hopefully Mother Nature puts the smile on the sun today. If she doesn't, we will.
And lastly,
Remember what we learned from Stanley Kirk Burrell. We’ve got to pray, just to make it today.
