Eavesdropping on Angels

imagesThis post has absolutely NOTHING to do with PANDAS disease.  Sorry to disappoint.  I’m sharing this true story because it deserves to be shared.  In a world full of disease and sickness and jealousy and strife, this incredible thing happened at the table beside me.

My husband and I were eating out, pre-PANDAS crazy diet, at our favorite little hole in the wall, mom and pop restaurant.  It was us, and a man at the table beside us.  He was professionally dressed, quietly journaling and reading, as he ate his meal alone.  When the waiter came by check on him, I overheard (read, “eavesdropping” here), the following conversation:

Waiter: “I really like your ring.”  (Making conversation, angling for a nicer tip.)

Man: “Thanks, my Uncle left it to me when he died.  I’ve always liked it too.  Would you like to have it?”

Waiter, stunned:  “Are you serious?”

Man:  “Yes, I’d like to give it to you, as a gift.”

Waiter:  “Why would you give me your ring?  That’s a really nice ring.”

Man:  “My Father gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for when He sent His Son to die for me on the cross.  There is no gift that I could give that would compare.  This is a small gift compared to the gift He gave to me.”

The waiter accepted the ring, and went back to the kitchen.  I’m sure he told the entire staff what had just occurred.  And he probably tells this story every time someone comments on his ring.  I’d like to think that, anyway.  To be perfectly honest, I’ve never seen an act of spontaneous generosity that compared to the one I witnessed in that restaurant among strangers.  It was truly the greatest sermon I’ve never heard.

Now, for “the rest of the story.”  Close your eyes.  Oh, forget that, you have to open them to read this.  Ok, picture the man at the table, and the waiter.  Now picture me and my husband.  What color are we? Honestly, you have a picture in your mind…I know you do.  And I’m guessing this is going to offend some of you.  The man with the ring was black.  The waiter, also black.  As for my color, it’s currently a nice shade of jaundiced yellow….from an experimental batch of donkey milk lotion with a touch too much buckthorn seed berry oil.  But nevermind about that.  The thing of it is, generosity doesn’t have a color.  Love, is not colorblind, it’s every color in the crayon box.  But the adverse is also true.  Hate….it’s men in black masks.  Fear….hides itself in the daylight and masquerades as bravery after dark.  Jealousy…is a shade of green most often seen in the sewer.

I just wish we could all be people of color.  The bright, beautiful colors your little girl picks out of the crayon box to color with on her happy days.  Those colors.  Amen.


This blog is written by an anonymous mom. PANDAS disease is ugly. It’s practically unheard of, but it’s not rare. 1 in 200 kids has it. That’s right up there with childhood diabetes…but my pediatrician had never heard of it. This leads me to the question, how many kids out there are misdiagnosed, drugged for “behavioral issues”, OCD, schizophrenia, ADD, Autism, ADHD, Anorexic, or taken from their “bad” parents by well meaning doctors, teachers, and lawyers who don’t know about PANDAS. How many parents are searching for answers every night, in silent agony over losing their child, and have no one to talk to, no one who understands. This blog is for those parents. Those doctors. Those teachers. But mostly, it’s for those children. The ones with the fear in their eyes and the haunted look. The chapped and bloodied hands from washing incessantly. The lost childhood.

Lord, multiply this, share it with those who need it most. I don’t have time, or resources, or knowledge to get it into their hands. If it will bless them, let this reach them. In Jesus Name I pray for each hurting child. Amen.

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No author or commentator shall be liable for advice given.

It is every parent’s responsibility to determine whether camel milk, donkey milk, specific supplements, the ACC protocol or other biomedical interventions are appropriate for their child.
Furthermore, dosing for vitamins and supplements needs to be tailored to an individual’s needs with the help of a professional.

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