Prayers on the way:
If I could interrupt for a moment to request some prayers.
Without being overly dramatic, I was hit by a motorcycle today. I am wrapping up a visit to Paris. I went to Emergency and got checked out, x-rays, etc. There were no dramatic sprays of blood or fire, sirens and explosions, as is usual when I travel. My time in European cities often resembles a Jason Bourne movie, so that’s a plus.
I’m pretty banged up, with some broken stuff and bruising and strains etc., which gives the lie to the Jason Bourne thing. I didn’t just get up and go on my way.
I would, dear readers, appreciate the support of prayers. The next 48 hours are going to be really painful, and then I get on a long flight home, which will probably be something like 10 hours of hell followed by the next leg, mercifully short, but with jet lag to boot.
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