Yesterday, I saw a bumper sticker about rescues, which I’m now rescuing from my iPhone:
I feel rescued by that, here and now, because
- It rescues me from having to worry about using the word “whom” in future blog posts.
- We have two cats, Harley and Oscar, that we’ve rescued from animals shelters.
- I’ve been thinking a lot about rescues since a cardiologist who’s an expert in my unusual heart condition told me she wants to rescue me with major heart surgery at the Mayo Clinic as soon as possible.
- I had a day at work yesterday where I rescued and also was rescued by others.
- I believe that healing connections among people AND animals rescue us, every time.
Who is rescuing who in my other photos?
Who rescued who through the inter-office mail yesterday? My co-worker Susan sent me that rescuing humor, shown above. The joke about the clown reminds me that I’ll be seeing my son’s new play The Great Spa Fire today, wherein a clown and many others will not be rescued. I think my son deserve a No-Bell prize for what he’s written, including this knock-knock joke:
The town detective.
The town detective who?
I’ll be asking the questions around here.
Thanks to my son, my kind co-workers, our cats, Irvin Yalom, Elvis Costello, Casey Johnston, rescuing cardiologists, and all those who helped me rescue the words, pictures, memories, music, thoughts, and feelings in this post today. Special thanks to you — of course! — for rescuing me with your visit.