In the interest of full disclosure and to ask for a favor, I have a story to tell. My previous post was partly inspired by a very sad event.
My next door neighbor is a woman in her early 80s. We love her to death. All our neighbors do too. She's our surrogate grandmother, mother hen, matriarch. Remember all the fun that I missed out during the aftermath of Hurricane Ike? It all happened on her drive way. She was surrounded by all the neighbors and their kids. She's the glue that holds all of us together and her family is just as wonderful.
She called us at 10 pm last night, crying and begging (literally) for prayers. She told us that her 11 year-old great grandson had been found, unconscious and without a heart beat at the bottom of a hot tub. His dad found him and gave him CPR while they waited for the ambulance. He was taken to the hospital alive and was going to be going through some tests and a brain scan because even though he was breathing he was still unconscious. That's the last I heard.
Our neighbor left really early this morning and hasn't returned. I'm really worried. I goofed around doing chores, twittering nonsense and what-not but my mind hasn't strayed away from this all day.
I believe in the power of prayer. If you do to, I would certainly appreciate it if you could send some this way. Pray for this family and their boy. Please. Thank you.