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The gift of health

Patricia Kadick

I remember a time in high school when I was sick and missed the bus ride on basketball game night. The coach had taken me home. Scarlet fever was sweeping the school's halls, and kids were being dismissed right and left.

In the pockets of memory I glimpse Mom, calm, gentle. And see myself, the next morning, completely well. What had happened? We'd prayed. The only epidemic in our home that night had been praise of the Divine. An expectant prayer that God's gift of health belonged to me. That was the end of the outbreak at school as well.

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