I read a book recently in which a race of aliens came to visit planet earth and found our violent societies to be of some concern. So they activated some kind of peace technology all over the world.
A man intent on beating his wife found himself stopped in his tracks, unable to approach her.
A women turning to deride her child found herself temporarily without speech.
A escaping robber pulled his gun on the police following him, but was unable to move his trigger finger.
A despairing teenaged girl, planning suicide, was unable to bring the pills to her mouth.
Hey, aliens! If you're listening, we could use a little intervention down here right about now!
Friday, 30 May 2014
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles!
Tom had cataract surgery this morning. Despite delays, miscommunications, and misunderstandings which dogged us right up until the last minute, the surgery itself went off without a hitch.
Many people have told us that that the effect of cataract surgery is nothing short of miraculous. All that talk, however, seems just hyperbole when you're in the queue. After, though ... consider us converts!
I was expecting Tom to come out of the clinic with gauze and an eye patch; instead he walked out under his own steam with no obvious scars, stitches or bruises, just one seriously dilated pupil and a Magic Marker dot over his right eye. We had the suggested sunglasses all ready to go.
I'm reminded of the song from Fiddler on the Roof - Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles! It really was like that. Tom's reading all the signs on the hospital walls as we leave. As we get into the taxi, he remarks on the sign on the cab door - Remember to Take all your Belongings. As we pass the corner of Cook and Fort, he says, "Wow! This looks so different!" After we get home, he settles into his comfy chair - with his sunglasses still on - and says, "Wow, this place is bright!" He watches his favourite Power & Politics after lunch and asks me if the TV was always this clear. After lunch, dinner, and requisite eye drops, he finally checks his email. He comes out of the den - sans sunglasses - smiling from ear to ear. "I can see the computer without using the magnifying glass!"
If this posting seems just hyperbole, it's not. It's a miracle!
Many people have told us that that the effect of cataract surgery is nothing short of miraculous. All that talk, however, seems just hyperbole when you're in the queue. After, though ... consider us converts!
I was expecting Tom to come out of the clinic with gauze and an eye patch; instead he walked out under his own steam with no obvious scars, stitches or bruises, just one seriously dilated pupil and a Magic Marker dot over his right eye. We had the suggested sunglasses all ready to go.
I'm reminded of the song from Fiddler on the Roof - Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles! It really was like that. Tom's reading all the signs on the hospital walls as we leave. As we get into the taxi, he remarks on the sign on the cab door - Remember to Take all your Belongings. As we pass the corner of Cook and Fort, he says, "Wow! This looks so different!" After we get home, he settles into his comfy chair - with his sunglasses still on - and says, "Wow, this place is bright!" He watches his favourite Power & Politics after lunch and asks me if the TV was always this clear. After lunch, dinner, and requisite eye drops, he finally checks his email. He comes out of the den - sans sunglasses - smiling from ear to ear. "I can see the computer without using the magnifying glass!"
If this posting seems just hyperbole, it's not. It's a miracle!
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