Cowardly Me

I have friends who have endured unimaginable pain and suffering, yet in my last post I was whining about a little cold. Am I embarrassed? Yes. And No.

Should I hide from you that I was indeed praying out loud for the angel of death to come and take me - meaning every word of it? No.

I am not brave. I am not strong. At least not all of the time. And the angel of death can come back another time. The aspirin helped.