A Blessed Return

As I sat on the plane coming back home in between Fr. Ed and coincidentally a Missionary of Charity Sister, I was reminded on how closely the Lord had his eye on things. Which was a comforting thought especially considering my dear loved one (Edward) who I was flying so far away from.

My Mom and Stan (Step dad) had already made friends with the M.C.'s who were waiting for there sister on the other side of the gate at JFK airport. Sr. Boni who I had been traveling with was arriving to the U.S. due to her relocation to San Francisco... but one of her destinations was Bridgeport, Connecticut. She rode home with us and we dropped her off at the convent, where we were all greeted warmly.

One of the sister at the convent recognized my mother. "Didn't you ask me to pray for your daughter who was going to India," she said and we all smiled at the funny way GOD works.

The longer I was home that first day the more ill I began to feel. My family surrounded me with tons of great food. I couldn't eat anything. It turns out I had contracted an Amoeba shortly before I left India. India just didn't want to let me go I guess.

The second Miracle of my return.

I woke up Monday not sure what to do because I needed to be at work the next day in VT and I was apparently looking "very green" or like "death rolled over me" as I was later told. My Dad told me to go visit my grandmother, so I did. When I was there I asked my Aunt Rosie (real off the cuff the like) if she wanted to skip work that day and drive up with me to VT. She thought about it and before I knew it I had a whole caravan escorting me up to Burlington. Aunt Jan drove my car up and Kenny, Rosie and Amanda followed. They had a nice and quick visit. I felt very blessed!

Now I must go back to work tomorrow. I had to take the whole week off due to Ghiardia. NO Mom its not really like the chocolate!!! In the meantime I am trying to adjust and its hard.

(Once I find my cord I'll upload some pics.)