My least favorite thing about Nashville, second only to the outlandish price of houses, are all the Christians.
Sometimes, though, they are also my favorite thing.
This is the story my nurse told me today, as I sat on a table waiting for the doctor, how her brother had been in a horrible accident and how the doctor told him he would never walk again.
See what a good story it is already?
In telling you the set-up, you can already see the end.
The only thing missing is what she said, what makes the story different from every other story one might hear that starts “and how the doctor told him he would never walk again.” What the ‘what happened’ meant to her.
She said that she hadn’t even been aware of the heaviness on her, but when her god spoke to her and told her that her brother would walk again, she felt the heaviness lift and she knew it was true.
And it was.