I wish I had a dollar for every time I asked the Lord that the Idiot would be ok. It started a long long time ago. There was a bicycle accident with lots of blood and a missing toe. Then there was a gang of older kids that wanted to beat him senseless but they wouldn't hit a girl to get to him. Then there was the time he got caught in a drained pond. We got him out, but I remember him losing his pants and shoes in the mud. Then there was a time he climbed to the very tippy top of a tree and wouldn't come down. He wanted mom to come and get him, but she just said he'd come down when he was hungry and he did. Then he got beat up with a metal pipe and hit by a car while jogging. Let's not forget collapsing in an iron man competition or the emergency appendectomy. I've said the prayer often and I'll keep repeating it. Lord, please let that idiot be ok. I love my brother.
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