First, my heart goes out to the families of the military personnel at Ft. Hood. I cannot imagine the suffering and grief they are going through. Why do people keep doing things like this? As well taught in our Sunday School lesson last week - because of sin. It is sad, tragic and it is the result of fallen man. God bless the families of the victims; I pray they find comfort in our Lord.
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My sister has shingles, evidently a pretty bad case. I hurt for her. She's hardly ever sick and now has this terrible painful illness. She did go to the doctor yesterday and has some medication, so hopefully it was caught early, but I dread to think what it would've been like had she not gone. It's under her left arm, affecting that whole arm, her back and part of her chest, and probably that side of her face/ear. My baby sister is so rarely sick and so very rarely takes even a Tylenol that two OTC pain relievers (Advil I think) made her feel a little sick. I pray she rests well tonight and has a better day tomorrow. She "pushes" - that's just her nature. I admonished her to let her body heal and just rest tomorrow and this weekend.
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When I went to work at Woodruff I was green out of college, just married and scared of my shadow. Not long after I went to work, Mr. Bob Johnson was hired (rehired) as Staff Assistant. Meticulous, neat, exacting, patient, quiet, helpful - my mentor. He had worked at Woodruff before and at First Electric when he was recruited back to WECC. He and his family have always been special to me. Today he came by to see me/us and announced, "We're moving." His sweet daughter Hazel was with him. I could hardly take it in. He's well into his 80's and has seemed more frail every time I see him. Hazel and her husband live in Richmond, Virginia, so Mr. J and Miss Jimmie will be moving - and in my heart I felt like this is the last time I'll see him. We didn't say it, of course, there were lots of hugs and little jokes. He said he had to see "his favorite girl." I told him he shouldn't let Hazel hear him say that! We were in my old office, and Michael had a camera handy, so he took our picture together. I wish Miss Jimmie had been able to be there, too. We hugged all around, me and Hazel for sure choking back tears. Mr. J went to see Becky and somehow missed Carolyn. We're about the only "old ones" left. When they came back to the lobby, Hazel was really crying and so was I - more hugs. We were so emotional I didnt even get her address, phone number - nothing. I got a card though and several of us signed it, with a note asking Hazel to stay in touch and contact information included. He always came by after he retired to pay an insurance premium - like clockwork every quarter. He was a Lion and I remember he hated meat loaf and wouldn't eat the Lion's lunch when they had it, he said, the next day after the Rotarians had it! Once I was using an electric stapler and he asked me could I please not make all that noise! I sure understand now! I pray for their quiet, dignified years with their children. (James and his wife lives in Texas, but he's certainly involved in their lives. Someone saw him in FC not too long ago with his parents.) What a lot of history, work, effort, understanding, and love.
Thank you, Mr. J.
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