Cane Story

Post physical therapy, I've been using my shiny cane a little less. But if I plan to be on my feet for several hours at a time, I bring it along. The hip does get tired and the limp becomes more pronounced, noticeable enough for strangers to point it out.Day Two of a local arts festival had me already limping around: not only did I already do a once-over, but parking was pretty far. So I wasn't surprised when I made eye contact with a small lady who asked to pray over me. Not because of my usual demonic aura, but because of my mobility aid."I see you have a cane. Can I pray over you for your health?""I'm pretty healthy, considering. But you can pray over me for my continued health." Sure, why not? I'll take some extra good vibes or something. I was in a weirdly good mood; must've been the really nice weather.So she does. She placed a hand on my shoulder (with permission first!) and did her thing. "Jesus cast the devil out of [them]," and all that. I got a business card for my trouble,…

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