For those of you who don’t live in Boston and didn’t see me hobbling around like an old man with a cane at church on Sunday… I had a hernia surgery. On Friday. I am healing well. Very well.
When I was in the recovery room my nurse’s name was Joan. Joan and I had some great talks in the short time I was there. We talked about her kids, where they are and what they are doing. We talked about her husband and marriage. We talked about church and Christ. We talked about Umass Boston and photography. We talked as if we had been friends for years. When the time came for me to go home she wheeled me out to the car and we had a little moment. She started to cry. It was sad but sweet.
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