A very special perspective.

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A few days ago I decided to take Case to Walmart. I needed to exchange something that broke and wanted him to pick out a couple of presents for his two main home nurses (in case you didn't know, it's nurse's week:). When we got to customer service, they gave me a hard time. They told me their computer said they had no record of the flawed product, and it hasn't been bought in at least 6 months (not true, I bought it 2 1/2 months ago). They said I was out of luck because I didn't have a receipt. I was so annoyed and frustrated. I was out $20, and they didn't care. As I headed to the back of the store, I remembered a time during my pregnancy with Case when things looked grim. A time when if Case lived, he would be plagued with serious physical and chromosomal issues (or so man thought). During this time I made a deal with God. I promised Him that if he made Case whole and gave him the grace to live a full life, I would stop letting little things brother me. I would stop sweating the small stuff and no longer "spaz" (inside and out).  God kept his part of the deal, and I was breaking mine. As we (just my boy and me) turned down every aisle I realized how unimportant that $20 and my pride were. In the big picture they mean nothing at all. During our walk down the aisles, a kind man showed a lot of interest in Case. He happens to be a paramedic and wanted to know all about Case, in case he ever ends up taking care of him. It was sweet.:) He told me a calm mommy is a paramedic's best friend (good to know!). As I was talking to the paramedic, another lady came up behind us and recognized Case from his blog! How cool! She even praised me on finding time to write it. And lady (sorry, I forget your name) if you're reading this, thanks for stopping me that day. I was blessed. Anyway, it seemed (as I walked though one of the biggest sources of my frustration...Walmart) that God was reminding me of the deal we made over a year ago. It's all about perspective.:) Oh, and by the way, one of the head managers ended up figuring out a problem the others missed and got me my stupid money back.



 I sent this silly picture to some of Case's favorite nurses. They LOVED it.


Case giving himself a gravity feed.

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  1. TestMay 18, 2012 at 10:42 PM

    Reminds me of an old book of mine...don't sweat the small stuff. :)

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