OoPS!

Dear daughter (Morning Star) suggests that I tell this tale of a planned hospital visit. When the date was set for knee surgery I informed a number of friends including my Pastor. Later (well 2 or 3 times) he asked about the date. I chided him on his memory, and we had a laugh. The morning following the scheduled surgery (which, by now, you know was cancelled) I got a call and finally recognized the voice as that of Pastor Ross. The night before I had sent an e-mail to my blogger list of "Baptist Friends". Ross asked about my health, and told me that he had called the Clinic the previous night and was talk that Yes, they had a Jim Taylor and he was in ICU. Ross showed up at the usual time they will let visitors in (8:30 p.m.) and was told that he couldn't see Jim until 9 o'clock. He sat in the waiting room waiting and doing some reading, etc. At around 9 he went in and when he got to the area where "Jim" was it was a total surprise to both parties.

I checked my Baptist Friends list and found that I had somehow neglected to include the Church e-mail address. I thanked Pastor for his good thoughts and was pleased that he had followed up with the phone call.

There, DD, have I done my duty?