I'm not much of a praying woman.
I have conversations with god in which I share my appreciation or ask questions. Seldom do I ask god for anything except for his will to be done and for it to be easy for all involved. I don't prescribe to any specific religious belief other than the belief in god. I don't ask for acceptance of my lack of a religious practice nor do I judge others for theirs (unless you drink the kool-aid).
I have recently found myself doing a lot of praying and making a specific request of god. I decided to post this for a friend in hopes that you will join me.
Years ago I met a six year old boy named Michael Schneider. He was the son of a woman that would soon become my best friend. I have 3 best friends (one day I'll explain this in detail). The first time I'd ever met him I wanted to strangle him. He was a rambunctious child with ADHD--and obviously the medicine wasn't working because for 10 long minutes as I waited for my friend to get ready to go out, Michael ran a non stop circuit around me, repeatedly screaming; Hey lady look at me! Hey lady look what I'm doing! Hey lady!
As time went on I began to learn and understand some of the hardships that Michael faced. Sometimes he just needed someone to talk to and I invited him to call me when he felt that his head was filling up with too many ideas. Unfortunately it was always in the wee hours of the night that he'd call. smile. I'd chastise myself for getting sucked into debates about which super hero was stronger. If I said yes, he'd say no; oppositional to the core!
But as much as I had initially wanted to strangle him, I grew to love that kid very much. As time went on he really pulled his life together. Little Michael got married! He became a daddy twice over and at times became the sole caretaker of his son.
That's why it pained me so badly when he contacted me yesterday and asked me to come to the hospital. He had found his son Nicholas dead in his crib. Fortunately the emergency workers were able to get his heart beating. He said that Nicholas was in critical condition though, but he would feel the love that I have and it could do nothing but help. Michael posted this message on facebook and I'm posting it here.