Here's my latest theory: Monday comes around faster than the other days. I don't have much to back that up yet, but I'm working on it.
For now, I'm going to put this past week in chronological order...
Last Friday, Pete came to visit for a belated Valentine's Day. We went to a special V-day opera on Saturday night and you could tell everyone there had this great appreciation for opera. One song I thought was particularly bad and at the end, everyone went wild with applause. "What? That wasn't even good." But overall, I was surprised that I enjoyed it so much. Something new. Although I admit I liked the ones in English a lot because at least I knew what they were saying.
However, getting to the opera was another story. In short, Charlotte roads are crap. What other city has 4 Queens Streets that all intersect? And what other city has a 5th street on one side of town, then a dead end and a continuation of the same street on the other side of town? I find the fact that we have one street named two things especially annoying. A street can be named Franklin Dr. on one side of a red light and Lancaster Road on the other.
But anyway, we were about half an hour late to the opera for the above reasons. And at one point, I was trying to pull over to the side of the street, but got too close to the curb and scraped my hubcap off. Pete put it back on, but it rolled off the next day. HOWEVER, my little Toyota got valet parked at the opera. I thought that was funny, pulling up half an hour late with a missing hubcap and having someone open my door and park my car.
On Sunday, we went out to the parking lot to go to church and realized my car had been broken into. I didn't know whether to cry or scream so I just stood there. The back window on the driver's side was shattered...the little triangular part...and my face plate and iPOD were gone. I was SO mad at myself because I always take my iPOD inside, but had forgotten to grab it out of the glove compartment. And I should have taken the face plate inside with me. But of course I didn't.
Thank God they didn't like my choice in music, though; they left my CDs. I was angry knowing someone was in my car and knowing that I'd have to shell out money for a new window. But what upset me the most was that people even resort to breaking into cars in the first place. I told Pete I wanted to punch them in the face, but he said that wouldn't be good, either...especially on a Sunday, I said.
I put a bag over my window and taped it after Pete put my car back in order. They had left everything on the front seat where they were going through my stuff. The last thing I felt like doing was going to church, but we went anyway...again, half an hour late. But I needed it.
Then we made a trip to Sara's parents' house to Shop Vac all the glass out of my backseat. On the way back home, we passed a security officer at the front of the apartment complex and I thought, "Where were you last night?" I know they can't be everywhere at once, but I always see them at the entrance and never walking around.
I filed a report and told the police that there are security cameras on the property, so keep your fingers crossed.
Mom told me they probably sold my stuff already, but if by some chance I get it back, I should spray it with Lysol. "People like that probably don't wash their hands," she said.
But THEN, a few days ago, I was at a red light in the turn lane and a tractor trailer was on my left side in the lane to go straight. I couldn't see around him, so I was just sitting there and all of a sudden, he starts turning right, around my car. I looked back and it looked like the bed of the truck was going to hit me, so I started to back up. Too late. He scraped my front bumper and I was MAD. I was on the phone with the dentist's office and yelled into the poor girl's ear. I apologized and told her what had just happened, then continued to make an appointment. Then I started thinking that I should get his license plate number in case there was any damage, so I got behind him and repeated the number to the girl on the phone so I could write it down later.
It ended up just being a black scratch around the corner of my bumper, but I was thinking, "What else is going to happen to my car?"
...But back to last weekend, Sunday night was a lot of fun. We had a cook-off! Sara's boyfriend, Adam, came over and the guys made dinner. There's something to be said for a guy who lets you put a pink, flowery apron on him for kicks. We all had a good time and it was nice to have a dinner that wasn't put together in five minutes like I usually do for the sake of time.
Monday, Pete had to fly out at 6:00 in the evening, but like the street names, the Charlotte airport is ridiculous. There was a long line at security, but he got to the gate at 10 til and they had already shut the door. I was on my way to class by then, so I picked him up after class and he flew out at 8 on Tuesday morning. Let me just say that that was the shortest weekend I've ever had...Unfortunately.
On the bright side, my editor asked me if I want to write a column. Um, of course I do! I was thrilled. I'm working on some ideas for a religion column in the paper, which will be right up my alley. I actually just wrote one of my favorite articles so far about a news anchor in Charlotte who's decided to become a full-time Baptist pastor. It was front page today!
And I think it was Tuesday that I went to the clerk's office at the courthouse and heard a great story. I was in line at the cashier window to buy a copy key (which looks like a magnet) and the guy in front of me was paying a fine. He said a cop had pulled him over because he wasn't wearing his seatbelt and later that night, someone T-boned the guy's car. He said he wouldn't be alive if the cop hadn't pulled him over. "$100 well-spent on a lesson well-learned," he said.
As for school, it's going pretty well, but a lot of the lectures aren't as interesting as I thought they'd be. I have trouble focusing when the class is discussing things like, "Are the saints part of the church?" I honestly don't care and after a lengthy internal monologue, I decided it doesn't matter. I started spacing out last week because I'd rather be learning things that I can apply to my everyday life. I'm really interested in apologetics, but what we're learning right now doesn't address that very much.
Although tonight, I was reading about how both Catholics and Protestants view the sacraments, particularly baptism and communion, which was interesting. I can actually use that.
Oh! But I made an A on my first paper! It was on the epistles, but it was pretty easy. I have another one due Monday and then the next Thursday. Wish me luck!
I also need to start my paper for the Aquinas class I took back in January. The professor is kind of driving me nuts. Even in class, he struck me as domineering and someone who likes to be right all the time...which I wasn't expecting in seminary. He was nice and all, but I've been trying to get my paper topic approved by him for the last few weeks and he takes a long time to get back to me. I had called him about my topic, but didn't get a call back, so I e-mailed him a couple days later. He finally responded, then suggested I talk to his assistant who wrote a paper similar to the one I want to write. So I talked to the assistant guy, got a better handle on my topic and e-mailed the professor again to try to set up a time to meet, like we were supposed to.
He e-mails me back, telling me to schedule something with his assistant. So I call the guy again and the professor only has office hours for 2 hours a week and I couldn't make the times. Anyway, the assistant talked to him and told me that the professor wanted a thesis statement, which I had already kind of given. But I add to it and e-mail him again.
You know what I got today? Something about my topic is fine, but covers a lot and TO LET HIM KNOW WHEN I HAVE A THESIS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
Oh my gosh, what do you think I've been doing? Furthermore, I'm not going to have a lot of details until I actually start working on the paper, which isn't due until April. I was annoyed.
Wow, this is a really long entry. I applaud you if you've made it this far. I bet most of you skimmed the first few paragraphs and gave up.
One more story...I was planning to go to a musical on Saturday night, but decided not to for 3 reasons: 1- Mom and Dad came to Charlotte and I wasn't sure when they were heading back, 2- I needed to get some work done and 3- It would save me 10 bucks. Well as soon as I decided that, I stopped at a gas station on my way home and swiped my card at the pump. Just then, a guy came up with a gas can (I don't know what they're called) and asked if I could spare some gas. He said he hadn't gotten paid that day like he was supposed to and he and his dad were almost out of gas, but he only had a dollar on him. I handed him the pump, wondering if I was being scammed. But I don't think I was.
He put right at $10 in and I stood there, knowing that I had just witnessed a "lesson" of sorts. A lot of expenses have been coming up lately, so I've been trying to save money where I can. But no matter how rough I have it at the moment, there's always someone in more need and at the end of the day, it's just money. It's a material thing of no eternal value. Then I thought of Dad's friend who has cancer and probably not very long to live (the reason they were in town). How can I possibly fuss over $10 when I'm extremely wealthy in so many other areas?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Almost Famous
Guess who was front and center in the newspaper today! I was, I was! I've had two articles in the paper now: one about a court TV show and one about a high school play. You can check them online at www.enquirerjournal.com. I'll have two coming out on Sunday.
I'm going to be covering most of the court stuff for the county, but I told the editor that I love doing features, too; hence the story about the high school play. Here's a run-down of what I've been up to:
Monday, I got to work at 8:30 (which means waking up at 6:00 cuz it takes me a long time to get to work) and as soon as I got there, the editor and I walked up the street to the courthouse. She introduced me to a lot of people and when we got back to the office, I started writing an article.
Tuesday was long. 11 hours of work. Again, I got to work at 8:15, put my lunch in the fridge and walked up the street to the...well I forgot what the building is called, but it's by the courthouse. I got to sit in on the first taping of the court TV show, which is going to be on the local station in the county. Basically, it's to educate people on the court system...I promise it's not as boring as it sounds. Then I had lunch with a Superior Court judge and felt a little out of my element in his white Lexus, but he was really nice and answered a lot of questions for me.
Wednesday and Thursday I worked on a couple different stories. Wednesday is when I went to the high school. It's an artsy school, so they have big productions. I walked in wearing my heels and carrying my laptop bag because that's what I take to hold my notepads, pens, etc. and I felt really old. When I walked around to the auditorium, I didn't see the drama teacher I was going to interview, but a bunch of students were sitting at tables across the room. I walked over to one table and asked if they knew where the teacher was. They didn't, so I told them what I was doing.
Their reaction: "We're going to be in the paper?!" It was great. I sat down to interview a few of them and the first guy told me I look "kinda young to be a reporter."
But it went really well and I got to sit through some of the dress rehearsal. One of the photographers came while I was there and took some great shots.
Today, I finished up a few things and drove down the street to the senior center to interview someone on financial planning for retirees. The center is right next to my favorite house on the street. It's a huge white house with bay windows and I think a porch. One of the photographers lives 2 houses down and told me today that the Belk family used to live there...Belk department store. The photographer almost bought it in the 80s because he's in real estate, but ended up not getting it. He said it's two stories, plus a huge attic where they had a "skating parlor." Like a skating rink, but smaller. I plan to put the house on wheels someday and plant it somewhere else so I can live in it.
I told him to kick out the people living there now and let me rent it for $400 a month. He said the house has had several owners because after people buy it, they decide it's overwhelming. Too bad the Brady Bunch isn't still around.
Anyway, right now I'm getting ready to meet some of my coworkers and Sara in No-Da for the gallery crawl. No-Da stands for North Davidson and on the weekends they open the art galleries and some places have live music. Then off to the airport to pick up Pete! I hope he has better luck with his luggage than I did.
Adios!
I'm going to be covering most of the court stuff for the county, but I told the editor that I love doing features, too; hence the story about the high school play. Here's a run-down of what I've been up to:
Monday, I got to work at 8:30 (which means waking up at 6:00 cuz it takes me a long time to get to work) and as soon as I got there, the editor and I walked up the street to the courthouse. She introduced me to a lot of people and when we got back to the office, I started writing an article.
Tuesday was long. 11 hours of work. Again, I got to work at 8:15, put my lunch in the fridge and walked up the street to the...well I forgot what the building is called, but it's by the courthouse. I got to sit in on the first taping of the court TV show, which is going to be on the local station in the county. Basically, it's to educate people on the court system...I promise it's not as boring as it sounds. Then I had lunch with a Superior Court judge and felt a little out of my element in his white Lexus, but he was really nice and answered a lot of questions for me.
Wednesday and Thursday I worked on a couple different stories. Wednesday is when I went to the high school. It's an artsy school, so they have big productions. I walked in wearing my heels and carrying my laptop bag because that's what I take to hold my notepads, pens, etc. and I felt really old. When I walked around to the auditorium, I didn't see the drama teacher I was going to interview, but a bunch of students were sitting at tables across the room. I walked over to one table and asked if they knew where the teacher was. They didn't, so I told them what I was doing.
Their reaction: "We're going to be in the paper?!" It was great. I sat down to interview a few of them and the first guy told me I look "kinda young to be a reporter."
But it went really well and I got to sit through some of the dress rehearsal. One of the photographers came while I was there and took some great shots.
Today, I finished up a few things and drove down the street to the senior center to interview someone on financial planning for retirees. The center is right next to my favorite house on the street. It's a huge white house with bay windows and I think a porch. One of the photographers lives 2 houses down and told me today that the Belk family used to live there...Belk department store. The photographer almost bought it in the 80s because he's in real estate, but ended up not getting it. He said it's two stories, plus a huge attic where they had a "skating parlor." Like a skating rink, but smaller. I plan to put the house on wheels someday and plant it somewhere else so I can live in it.
I told him to kick out the people living there now and let me rent it for $400 a month. He said the house has had several owners because after people buy it, they decide it's overwhelming. Too bad the Brady Bunch isn't still around.
Anyway, right now I'm getting ready to meet some of my coworkers and Sara in No-Da for the gallery crawl. No-Da stands for North Davidson and on the weekends they open the art galleries and some places have live music. Then off to the airport to pick up Pete! I hope he has better luck with his luggage than I did.
Adios!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Gracious
I'm fed up with mainstream entertainment. Today, I caught an episode of this new TV show called The Millionaire Matchmaker. It was completely ridiculous. There's a woman named Patti who runs a business out of matching millionaire men with women who have been screened beforehand. This is what I gathered from today's episode: Patti is so far from being qualified to match people that I honestly think a five-year-old could do a better job. She actually said on camera that her business' goal is to "sell love," which is wrong in so many ways to start with. She has a couple of girls who help her screen millionaire applicants, which just means they make sure that the guys have a lot of money in the bank. Then all the desperate women who know about show send in pictures of themselves so Patti and her crew can weed out the pool based on looks. "No, too plain Jane," etc.
Next, Patti meets with the millionaires to find out why they aren't married yet and sets out to fix whatever quirks are keeping them from walking down the aisle. On today's show, both of the guys seemed sweet, but one needed some help with his rocker wardrobe and one was...to be blunt...boring and asked too many questions. Ok, so they need to call up their moms or get a good female friend to give them a few tips. They certainly don't need some matchmaking service to "fix" them to fit into what a millionaire "should" be like. Patti told one of the guys that he needed to move into an upscale home to find love.......
What?
The guy owned two really nice properties but chose to live in a house with his old college roommates when he was in the area and asked Patti if he really wanted a girl who only liked him for his upscale homes. As for the house, it could use a little cleaning and I understand that a grown man still having two roommates is a little eh, but I felt sorry for the guy being yelled at. I thought he was going to put up a fight, but at the end of the episode, he was looking for an expensive condo.
But back to the matchmaking process. So once the ladies weeded out the plain Janes, they picked 12 women to meet the two millionaires to see if anyone clicked. If so, they went on another date. I don't understand. There's no natural setting, there's a ton of pressure and maybe...just maybe...the guys would have clicked better with a non Baywatch-looking girl.
But what really got me is when Patti told one of the guys that he had to decide to fall in love before it would happen. I almost changed the channel. I probably should have, but I was enthralled with the superficiality of the show...
What's worse is all these commercials for psychic love readings. "Are you and your lover meant to be? Text love to 6637."
"Call 1-800-555-3476 for your free reading to see what this year has in store for your love life."
"Want to see if you're a match made in heaven? Text your name and your lover's name now to find out."
Or what about the ads for chat lines featuring some unrealistic female talking on the phone in lingerie? First of all, who wears lingerie if they're alone? Second of all, I guarantee you that the majority of the people who are that desperate do NOT look like that.
What's the customer service number? I'm going to tell them what's what. Are there really people out there who are going to break up with their boyfriend or girlfriend if an absurd text tells them their love score is 3 instead of 10? Where are these people? Can I whack them across the head and tell them that all that stuff is so foolish it's not funny?...
I'm also sick of hearing the same five songs on the radio. It's either hearing people talk all day, two million obnoxious car commercials in a row or some crap music that someone gets paid for. I'd rather count the number of illegal drivers that pass me on the road. By the way, I've decided that Charlotte has some of the worst drivers EVER. I know I'm not perfect, but sometimes I think everyone is just trying to kill me. It's like bumper cars without the giggles...
In other news, I got a new job! I start working as a full-time staff writer at the Enquirer-Journal in Monroe on Monday. Eight-thirty in the morning in fact. Ew. It already takes about 40 minutes to get there...But that should be the only day that I'll have to be there that early. I'm going to meet some judges and media reps at the courthouse that morning and then work on some features. It's a big weight off my shoulders because I had no idea how I was going to pay for everything coming up. Rent: $350 a month, tuition: $382 a month for 4 months (for two classes), cell phone bill: $50 a month, Texaco bill: $100 this month. Then groceries and whatever else I may need, plus things that Dad calls "unexpected expenses." I've also added a category called "things I forget about." Oil-changes, haircuts and new tennis shoes go here. I'm sorry, when does my money get here? I thought I signed up for direct deposit; they must be forwarding it to someone else. It all seems pretty indirect to me. Twenty-three hours a week just doesn't cut it...expecially when a fourth of it goes toward taxes, so this job is a good thing.
Plus, I've decided that people annoy me a lot at my current job. A communications major probably shouldn't feel this way. But honestly, I talk to some customers and literally have to take a deep breath and wait for the redness in my face to fade away before I can speak. There are some crazy people out there, and I think most of them are on my call list. Whoever made patience a virtue never worked in customer service. I suppose I should get used to it.
I told Sarah that I've probably brought it on myself. For the past year, I've prayed for more patience and shoot me now if God didn't take me seriously. Any time I'm behind a slow driver or call a customer who forgot to put in her hearing aid, I can't help but think, "Alright, God. I know I asked for patience. Fine, so I did." Gosh darn it.
After I ran into an incredibly rude dental assistant last week and almost lost it, I figured I must still need work.
As far as school, it's going pretty well. I turned in my first paper yesterday! It was on epistological literature in the New Testament. It took me two days (the two days before it was due), but would have taken me one if I hadn't been distracted by nice weather and gotten frustrated with the footnote option in Microsoft Word. And it only had to be 6-8 pages, which isn't much at this point. Mine was two lines over 8 pages, so I figure I'm in good shape for the other four papers I'll have to write for that class.
To end this entry, I have a story! A couple weeks ago, one of my co-workers called a customer who told her why she wanted to cancel her subscription. The customer has a brain tumor - terminal - her husband was recently laid off and their insurance won't cover whatever she needs to have done. I don't know all the specifics, but the doctor told her she has a year to live without treatment and two years with it. He suggested she not have treatment because the insurance won't cover it and it's terminal anyway. (Hopefully he didn't tell her that so bluntly). So anyway, when my co-worker got off the phone and told us all of that, we were completely silent. What would I say to someone like that when I'm sitting here, annoyed that I have to talk louder for a customer who's hard of hearing? When I get frustrated that it takes longer than usual to get to work because of some road construction? It really puts things in perspective.
I started thinking that if I was told I had a year to live, my outlook would probably be different. I would have more fun, worry less and stay on the phone longer with friends and family. I would roll down the window more, play the music louder and completely embarrass myself at a red light by singing at the top of my lungs. I would give more things away, go barefoot more and finally write all my quotes in one book. I would visit every relative I know of and spend a week with each of them and never once accept that I had a year to live. I think the whole world would be different if we all lived like it's the last day on earth.
I also know that God can work miracles and often does. My pastor told a true story a few weeks ago about a friend of his who had a cancerous mass on his abdomen. The guy's friends and family prayed for him again and again and when the guy went back to the doctor, the doctor looked him in the eye and said the cancer was gone. Just like that.
A girl in our church had lyme disease and awhile back, the pastor and all of the deacons in the church prayed over her and anointed her with oil during the service. This past Sunday, the pastor updated us on the girl. The disease was affecting her vision and when the girl's mom took her to the doctor, almost all of the disease in her eye was gone.
I may not know what all the technical terms are and maybe I'm not explaining it 100 percent correctly, but if those aren't miracles, I don't know what is.
Next, Patti meets with the millionaires to find out why they aren't married yet and sets out to fix whatever quirks are keeping them from walking down the aisle. On today's show, both of the guys seemed sweet, but one needed some help with his rocker wardrobe and one was...to be blunt...boring and asked too many questions. Ok, so they need to call up their moms or get a good female friend to give them a few tips. They certainly don't need some matchmaking service to "fix" them to fit into what a millionaire "should" be like. Patti told one of the guys that he needed to move into an upscale home to find love.......
What?
The guy owned two really nice properties but chose to live in a house with his old college roommates when he was in the area and asked Patti if he really wanted a girl who only liked him for his upscale homes. As for the house, it could use a little cleaning and I understand that a grown man still having two roommates is a little eh, but I felt sorry for the guy being yelled at. I thought he was going to put up a fight, but at the end of the episode, he was looking for an expensive condo.
But back to the matchmaking process. So once the ladies weeded out the plain Janes, they picked 12 women to meet the two millionaires to see if anyone clicked. If so, they went on another date. I don't understand. There's no natural setting, there's a ton of pressure and maybe...just maybe...the guys would have clicked better with a non Baywatch-looking girl.
But what really got me is when Patti told one of the guys that he had to decide to fall in love before it would happen. I almost changed the channel. I probably should have, but I was enthralled with the superficiality of the show...
What's worse is all these commercials for psychic love readings. "Are you and your lover meant to be? Text love to 6637."
"Call 1-800-555-3476 for your free reading to see what this year has in store for your love life."
"Want to see if you're a match made in heaven? Text your name and your lover's name now to find out."
Or what about the ads for chat lines featuring some unrealistic female talking on the phone in lingerie? First of all, who wears lingerie if they're alone? Second of all, I guarantee you that the majority of the people who are that desperate do NOT look like that.
What's the customer service number? I'm going to tell them what's what. Are there really people out there who are going to break up with their boyfriend or girlfriend if an absurd text tells them their love score is 3 instead of 10? Where are these people? Can I whack them across the head and tell them that all that stuff is so foolish it's not funny?...
I'm also sick of hearing the same five songs on the radio. It's either hearing people talk all day, two million obnoxious car commercials in a row or some crap music that someone gets paid for. I'd rather count the number of illegal drivers that pass me on the road. By the way, I've decided that Charlotte has some of the worst drivers EVER. I know I'm not perfect, but sometimes I think everyone is just trying to kill me. It's like bumper cars without the giggles...
In other news, I got a new job! I start working as a full-time staff writer at the Enquirer-Journal in Monroe on Monday. Eight-thirty in the morning in fact. Ew. It already takes about 40 minutes to get there...But that should be the only day that I'll have to be there that early. I'm going to meet some judges and media reps at the courthouse that morning and then work on some features. It's a big weight off my shoulders because I had no idea how I was going to pay for everything coming up. Rent: $350 a month, tuition: $382 a month for 4 months (for two classes), cell phone bill: $50 a month, Texaco bill: $100 this month. Then groceries and whatever else I may need, plus things that Dad calls "unexpected expenses." I've also added a category called "things I forget about." Oil-changes, haircuts and new tennis shoes go here. I'm sorry, when does my money get here? I thought I signed up for direct deposit; they must be forwarding it to someone else. It all seems pretty indirect to me. Twenty-three hours a week just doesn't cut it...expecially when a fourth of it goes toward taxes, so this job is a good thing.
Plus, I've decided that people annoy me a lot at my current job. A communications major probably shouldn't feel this way. But honestly, I talk to some customers and literally have to take a deep breath and wait for the redness in my face to fade away before I can speak. There are some crazy people out there, and I think most of them are on my call list. Whoever made patience a virtue never worked in customer service. I suppose I should get used to it.
I told Sarah that I've probably brought it on myself. For the past year, I've prayed for more patience and shoot me now if God didn't take me seriously. Any time I'm behind a slow driver or call a customer who forgot to put in her hearing aid, I can't help but think, "Alright, God. I know I asked for patience. Fine, so I did." Gosh darn it.
After I ran into an incredibly rude dental assistant last week and almost lost it, I figured I must still need work.
As far as school, it's going pretty well. I turned in my first paper yesterday! It was on epistological literature in the New Testament. It took me two days (the two days before it was due), but would have taken me one if I hadn't been distracted by nice weather and gotten frustrated with the footnote option in Microsoft Word. And it only had to be 6-8 pages, which isn't much at this point. Mine was two lines over 8 pages, so I figure I'm in good shape for the other four papers I'll have to write for that class.
To end this entry, I have a story! A couple weeks ago, one of my co-workers called a customer who told her why she wanted to cancel her subscription. The customer has a brain tumor - terminal - her husband was recently laid off and their insurance won't cover whatever she needs to have done. I don't know all the specifics, but the doctor told her she has a year to live without treatment and two years with it. He suggested she not have treatment because the insurance won't cover it and it's terminal anyway. (Hopefully he didn't tell her that so bluntly). So anyway, when my co-worker got off the phone and told us all of that, we were completely silent. What would I say to someone like that when I'm sitting here, annoyed that I have to talk louder for a customer who's hard of hearing? When I get frustrated that it takes longer than usual to get to work because of some road construction? It really puts things in perspective.
I started thinking that if I was told I had a year to live, my outlook would probably be different. I would have more fun, worry less and stay on the phone longer with friends and family. I would roll down the window more, play the music louder and completely embarrass myself at a red light by singing at the top of my lungs. I would give more things away, go barefoot more and finally write all my quotes in one book. I would visit every relative I know of and spend a week with each of them and never once accept that I had a year to live. I think the whole world would be different if we all lived like it's the last day on earth.
I also know that God can work miracles and often does. My pastor told a true story a few weeks ago about a friend of his who had a cancerous mass on his abdomen. The guy's friends and family prayed for him again and again and when the guy went back to the doctor, the doctor looked him in the eye and said the cancer was gone. Just like that.
A girl in our church had lyme disease and awhile back, the pastor and all of the deacons in the church prayed over her and anointed her with oil during the service. This past Sunday, the pastor updated us on the girl. The disease was affecting her vision and when the girl's mom took her to the doctor, almost all of the disease in her eye was gone.
I may not know what all the technical terms are and maybe I'm not explaining it 100 percent correctly, but if those aren't miracles, I don't know what is.
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