Somebody shoot me.
Preferably with penicillin.
That’s how I felt last week anyway.
The crud is going around.
And I got my share of it.
Thanks very much.
But after several days it’s on the wane.
Thanks to Sherry Alexander at the Mason Clinic.
Rodney and Jaimie at Script Pharmacy.
And Margaret Durst at The Green House.
And thanks to friends and neighbors who called.
Such care and concern.
Nothing like it to perk you up.
Real chicken soup for the soul.
Somebody worried about your well-being.
Wanting to help.
Wishing you well.
Like a shot of penicillin.
Straight to the heart.
Call it what you will.
It can’t be made in a laboratory.
Though it’s the best prescription.
Nor should it be doled out.
But rather, given freely.
For the good of all.
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Charity, or love, heals all.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love conquers all.
Even the crud.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.