Little miracles
Iwas relaxing in my “Comfy Chair,” and my phone began to ring. I answered, and I heard a friend of mine say, “Hi, Mr. Joel!” I don’t know why, but that is always how she addresses me. She said, “I’m calling you from the recovery room at a Detroit area hospital. My husband just had open heart surgery, and we just found out that he needs a hospital bed when we get home. Can you help?” The first path…