Last week I observed an anniversary of dubious distinction.
March 4, 2014 was the date of my most recent spinal surgery. I was given an “expiration date” of sorts when the doctors told me I’d likely be back under the knife within 6-8 years.
Fortunately, God saw fit to give me a kick in the pants and the grace to get serious about my fitness…
Kidding aside (and I love pizza and the fact that it’s Lent isn’t helping), I feel great. I’m better off today than I was at 20. I know I also have the prayers of many friends to thank for that so I shall remember each of you at Mass in the morning.
Keep truckin’ along. Only a few more weeks to go.
St. Thomas Aquinas, pray for us!
PS: Here’s a bonus pic tonight. A dear friend of mine converted to the faith in his mid-20’s and decided to celebrate the event by getting his patron saint inked onto his bicep. I’m not a fan of tattoos but if you’re going to do it, at least this isn’t terrible.