My retreat high almost died this morning...

My lola woke me up a little before 6 this morning. I thought that it was already 7:40 and I had to take my sister to school. I wish that was the case. "Mark, get up...you need to take your dad to the hospital. Something's wrong." My heart stopped. I rushed to find my keys, wallet and jacket and ran upstairs. I didn't know what to think. It was the morning after his birthday and he was suffering. Just seeing him in pain on the way to the ER really upset me. He went into the ER screening room and I sat alone in the waiting area for the longest hour of my life. All I did was pray that it was nothing severe. I tried not to cry. I kept thinking about the retreat...Trust is faith...I trusted God. He said "Thank you for taking me to the ER, Mark..."

There was a deeper realization too. I realized that I really do love my dad. I know that we don't always see eye to eye but I think that when it comes down to it, our differences don't matter. In a way, I think that this was God's way of reminding me that my parents mean the world to me. It took a minor dilemma to realize that.

I don't want to leave the house since there's no one that can drive him to the ER in case something else happens. I'm sorry to all of the people I had to flake on this afternoon...