The Good Lord Makes The Shoulders For The Burden

 

That's what my mother always tells me when life seems to be piling on the weight. I suspect that's wishful thinking.

I've got a dear friend of many years whose father is now in the hospital with a bad dose of leukemia. Treatment options are limited and harsh and his age and health are complicating factors. There is hope, but the odds are not what one would call good.

Many of my friends are aetheists or agnostics. For those of you that might have faith or that hedge your bets, say and extra prayer for Don. He could use all the help he can get in this fight. I know I will be.