May 25, 2006

• Michael here in Stephenville, running circles and screaming frantically.  I am here at school in the middle of the night getting the last of my grades in -- because I have been running circles and screaming frantically all day.

  
  

  Stephanie's friend Lindsay drove in from Jacksboro only to have her car die over on the other side of town.  When Steph called me here at school and asked me to come home and take care of Lindsay's car, I immediately polished my halo, rushed outside and jumped on (or rather in) my trusty steed (my '78 Pinto) [that has no AC so that in today's upper 90 (both in degrees Fahrenheit and in per cent humidity) doubles as both transportation device and sauna.]  I carried the girls over to the dead car, looked it over without detecting any critical problems, started it up, then had Lindsay drive it home as I followed in my trusty steed.

  
  

  As the girls dressed for their soiree tonight, I checked the car out.  No water...  Hmmm...  Not good.  I filled the radiator with water and coolant, started it up and let it run long enough for the thermostat to kick in -- then watched as coolant fled the heat around the collar of her radiator.   Hmmm...  Really not good...  In the morning, I get to run her over to the radiator place to see if we can get her back on the road again...  (Thanks, Willie...)

  
  

  Then I got an email from Supaporn Netrmanee.  The idiot at the University is adding insult to injury by jerking her around some more.  She applied to work at the University, but he has had her work permit canceled -- along with her student visa, and she was desperately needing a US citizen to sponsor her.  That is why I have been writing sponsorship letters and running off copies of my bank statement (which makes me very uncomfortable...)  Just call me paranoid.  Only Supaporn has the right to be paranoid...

  
  

  The great thing is that I will get to call Lorena when I get home.  It will be wonderful to get to hear her laugh again.  Sometimes life seems so incredibly  hard and difficult to bear.  But then I get to hear Lorena -- or the girls -- laugh, or I get to remember Lorena and the girls laugh.  I will always remember Lorena and Stephanie laughing like fools and chasing each other through the house the night before Lorena's stroke.  That memory, and others like it, allowed me to keep my sanity through the really rough times.

  
  

  Lorena's miracle continues, and each time I tell someone else how she is doing, I realize anew just how far she has progressed and how blessed we are.  To God be the glory...

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