Posted by:
jan
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Date: April 13, 2012 08:52PM
So my elderly TBM lady friend called this afternoon. She's having outpatient surgery next week and will I drive her? Of course. Her appt is 9:00 a.m.; she lives an hour from me and the surgery center is an hour and a half in the other direction. By my calculation, that puts me up, showered, dressed and out the door at 6:30. No problem. Then she says, "Can you get here an hour or so early so we can go to the bishop's house so he can give me a blessing?". And I said, "Why can't he give you the blessing between now and then?". "He's too busy; the morning of the surgery is the only time he has."
I took a deep breath and said, "I'm glad to take you, wait through the surgery and post-op and bring you home, but an extra hour for the bishop's convenience is too much."
She hung up in a huff; but called back a couple of hours later to say that one of the counselors is going to give her the blessing after church on Sunday.
What got all over me is that the world is supposed to revolve completely around this bishop's convenience, even though I'm already giving her the better part of my day.