Stephen

My brother is in the hospital right now with a fractured skull and a blood clot in his brain. If you could think some good thoughts or whatever it is people do in these situations, I would appreciate it. It usually weirds me out a little when people say “I’m praying for you,” maybe since I grew up in the Bible Belt, and since I don’t personally pray, but sometimes my friend Laura tells me that she told her mom about some hardship I encountered and that her mom was praying for me, and something about this really warms my heart, mostly because I love Laura’s mom, and it’s nice to think that someone else’s mom has got my back somehow. I am just rambling now.

Thank you.

Update: My brother is doing much, much better. He might even get to go home from the hospital as soon as today. I have counted up the emergency room visits/hospital stays he’s accumulated since birth, and according to my calculations, Young Stephen Brown has ONE (MAYBE TWO if we don’t count that metal plate in his hand thing) life left. It’s a good thing he’s not a cat. For lots of reasons. The most important being I hate most cats.

Seriously, thank you to everyone for all the kind words and thoughts.