We made it to the weekend! This first weekend post is going to be short, mainly because life wanted me to do other things than write. But it clearly is defined. I received some serious news on Saturday that a favorite passenger of mine had an accident and is in the hospital. So, much of Saturday and into Sunday was preoccupied with thoughts of this news. 

Yes, I have people come and go in and out of my life everyday, like some crazy merry-go-round, but she is different. I feel a need to protect her, even though she has a fantastically loving family. (When you don't have your mom or dad in your life, you tend to adopt others - at least I do.) 

So this weekend's post isn't really a lesson learned but more of an observation of something I know to begin with. Faith. 

Faith, as we all know, isn't something seen but something felt or known.  "Have faith", we get told.  I do. Lot's of it, thank you. But sometimes it's a struggle. If you're a Doubting Thomas like me then you know the struggle.  Having faith that this person would be alright but having the knowledge of her age, health history, and statistics regarding this type of accident didn't make me feel too confident. Scared? You betcha! 

Since I can't go into detail (HIPAA) you might feel many things are left out but let me cut to the chase and say she'll be alright. Good news came and now she recovers and rehabs. 

What if things had gone the other direction?  I knew, from our many talks, who is waiting on the other side and, at that point, I would have faith that he would be there to take her hand as she crossed over. While I'm selfishly happy that that isn't the case, I know one day it will be. For all of us actually. And I have faith that we all will have that special someone to take our hand or greet us with muddy paws as we cross that last bridge.    

May faith always be your resting place, 

Me