WARNING: This post is really long. It’s a friggin’ tome. Enter at your own risk. It’s in two parts. The first is about trouble and recovery. The second is about the internal workings of an extraordinary place.
TROUBLE & RECOVERY
It was Saturday afternoon. Chris was cleaning the basement. I was lying on the bed, reading a book called Amish Grace, about the incredible ability of a group of Amish people to forgive and embrace the family of the guy who had mowed down their daughters in a one room schoolhouse.
Suddenly Chris burst into the room with a look of terror in her eyes.
“Something’s weird and wrong – really wrong – with my right foot.“ Her foot started to shake uncontrollably, then her hand and arm, and then everything went haywire.