Forest of the Plains

I try not to be superstitious, but it seems that the adage “bad news comes in threes” is almost always true. Last week I learned why an employee at a school I work at was extra grumpy. Yeah, newly diagnosed liver cancer will do that to you! Then in church they announced that a relative had died (more cancer), leaving behind her son to be raised by other relatives. Then in church a man collapsed while his granddaughters were sharing about their summer service experiences. Turns out he had an aortic aneurysm, located in his lower back, resulting in some of his intestine needing to be removed. Not cancer, but I still think it should qualify for the third bad thing.

In two hours we are going to the much-anticipated Big Truck Night (scroll down) where Jacob can crawl in all kinds of Big Trucks and Farming Implements and Rescue Vehicles and Mail Trucks and School Busses. It will be very exciting!

Sometimes it’s difficult to reconcile our continuing on with life when others experience such suffering.