“With the Lord’s help.” Sheepish smile. “At least that’s how I see it.”
We need all the help we can get.
I said, “Use all your resources. You’ll be fine.”
He let out a long gust of air. “Doc, this is going to sound weird but can I get up and shake your hand?”
“Of course.”
We stood at the same time. Before his fingers reached mine, he pitched forward, threw his arms around me and squeezed.
Then he pulled away, as if stung.
“Sorry, Doc.”
I said, “Nothing to be sorry for.”
“I owe you my life, Doc.”
“Yours is a life worth saving, Sean.”
“It is?—no, scratch that. It is. I actually could use more water.”
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Dr. Larry Daschoff called later that day, thanking me for the referral, saying he liked Sean, was feeling good about the situation.
The following morning, Robin and I flew to Hawaii.
To Adeline