So, it’s been a busy day for J since I got such a late start yesterday.
First, I ran to the pharm for Joey’s and my scripts, got the folks’ Christmas present, and got home all in an hour, including bus transfers and walking. Then, I spent the rest of the day slingin’ paint to get this commission finished for tomorrow definitely. I think it’s generally done, but I’ll sleep on it and look at in with new eyes.
Anyway, I’ve been following this story about retired NBA star Dikembe Mutombo helping Congo-born 8-year-old Matadi get his surgery to remove the facial tumor that’s essentially’s made him a pariah trapped in his folks’ home, so people won’t stare.
Apparently, he had a bad time of it, going into cardiac arrest during surgery, causing docs to have to abort the procedure. It’s not known how far along they were before they had to tap out to save his life.
Then, this morning, I read Matadi died from an allergic reaction from anesthesia. My guess’s he went into anaphylactic shock on the table, but they’re calling it cardiac arrest, and he just never woke up from the sedation/coma.
This piece ISN’T about Matadi’s death, it’s about courage and faith.
Little man lived his life as much as he could. His life was all he knew. Then, someone wanted to change his life in a country he knew nothing about, but he rolled with it. A lot of adults won’t go there from fear of the unknown, knowing the outcome will bring betterment.
That, Boys and Girls, is courage and faith.
Be good to each other.