Thursday, 02 September 2010 -- Day 256 (269)

We live two blocks from a hospital, a hospital w/ a helipad for transporting serious ill or injured people to larger hospitals in Sioux Falls, SD, or Rochester, MN.  I absolutely hate the sound of that helicopter as it flies low over my house making the chopping of the blades much more audible.  Each chop of the blades tells me that someone is in bad shape, someone might not make it through this night.  Tonight it came for a woman in my neighborhood.  I said a prayer that she would not be afraid.  Lately I haven't said prayers that God spare the lives of the sick.  I simply ask that He is w/ them and comforts them.  Anything, even death, is easier to face when you're not afraid.