Scott and I had a wonderful dinner last night. I had picked up Olive Garden and even found a cake similar to wedding cake. Michelle helped Scott out. She made a card with our wedding picture on it and left the inside blank for Scott to write. Michelle has become Scott's little elf. He's is lucky because no one knows me better than her.
As Scott and I were having dinner , he was telling me about a guy in therapy and how he is really stroked out. When Scott's nurse came in Scott asked for the guy's name. But because of hippa she was unable to give it to him. The wife on the man walked in and said to Scott I heard you wanted to know my husbands name. Scott said yes, every night I pray for the people in here and I want to pray for your husband by name. She said his name is Steve and he had an aneurysm. Scott told her Steve would be in his prayers every night.
When I got home I received a phone call from a man I had grown up with. We used to hold hands and roller skate. I think we were six. Anyway, he was checking on Scott and says him and his boys pray for Scott every night. It means so much to me for so many people to be praying. I so believe in the power of prayer.
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