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All In A Day’s Work

The mundane news of the day was actually miraculous

It was last Tuesday. Like any other Tuesday when the cleaning lady comes to clean my house. I go for physical therapy on horseback, or hippo therapy, on Tuesdays, too.

When I was driving home from therapy, I called my brother in California to tell him about the eventful session I’d had that day.

“I fell off the horse today. It’s not as dramatic as it sounds. I didn’t get hurt.”

“What happened?”

“It was more of a slide than a fall. I don’t have a saddle or stirrups during therapy and we were doing something complicated, and I got distracted.

The pad I sit on started slipping off to one side and I went with it. The volunteer who was there for safety caught me and slowly lowered me to the ground onto my feet. My shoe fell off.”

“Guess what I did today?”

“What?”

“I got married.”

I knew my brother was planning to marry the man who had recently moved in with him so this was not a total surprise. He just wasn’t sure how or when he was going to do it.

They had talked about the possibility of going to an Elvis-style chapel in Las Vegas or flying east to do something with family…