“Wanna Wrestle?”

Sunday night, I was at the Westerly Hostpital with Roy's family, along with about twenty others from the ecclesia and his family. Corinne had been there, but we didn't know how long he was going to last so we eventually traded (she came home, I went in).

After talking to everyone for awhile, I found a pay phone and called Corinne to give her a status update, and to ask her to call everybody that would want to know (the family was all at the hospital, so they couldn't do it).

When I was walking back to the ICU waiting room, I saw a stooped little old man in a skimpy hospital gown shambling towards me, apparently just out to stretch his legs. He made me feel huge... he was about 5' 6" tall, and weighed about 120 pounds. I'm almost 6' 10", and close to two and a half times his weight.

As we passed, he looked up at me and said with a twinkle, "Wanna wrestle?"

I immediately answered, "As long as you tie one hand behind your back."

He thought that was pretty funny!