I’m throwin’ out linky-love like Amens at a tent revival, folks!
Medic March administered a little Lazarus Juice to a diabetic patient the other day and – blessed be! – managed a sho-nuff healin’.
Praise Jeebus!
He even got out of the call with a little stigmata of his own.
You know, reading his story reminded me a lot of…me. Only not quite so devilishly handsome and charming, of course.
On another note, Murphy has humbled me. I thought I was the undisputed master of shit blogging.
Alas, Murphy is the king.
Go, read.