CityMama™ The modernity ward. It is de rigeur, I believe, when one is afflicted, to declare the illness a "blessing in disguise. " To offer up a little chicken soup for the soul.* To draw the public eye to the less frightening bright side of the situation, and in so doing, one's own eye as well. Well. I won't bother with the "in disguise" part. Because you know what, shit happens. Shit happens to everybody. Somebody is always sick or hurt or sad or low, someone can't afford some important thing they need to live, someone is in jail or bailing someone out of jail or sitting in the fucking courtroom again waiting to forgive a son for stealing her savings. The bad stuff is guaran-damn-teed. So there's no disguise to it. Blessings sure do abound, though. Grace means a mercy unearned, but really that's any goodness at all. Whatever it is, it shows up in sharpest relief when the sea is darkest.
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