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Dr. Scott stayed in town for a couple days as a guest of my family. He ran tests and asked questions, but it wasn't long until he was set to depart. I asked that he visit as often as he could, and he agreed. Shortly after he left, Mom told me something that blew my mind.
"Son, you remember Comfort?"
"Yes Mom, what about her?" I asked suspiciously, but more embarrassed.
"Well," as she smirked.
"She called every month to check on your progress, and last night. Well, last night I called her to let her know you were doing well. She is on a flight to come visit." My heart skipped a beat, like a greyhound out of the gate at the start of a race. I felt weak at the knees and butterflies swarming in my stomach. Sitting in a chair of the living room, reality set in and I started to feel nervous, then I became excited.
"When will she be here?" I asked, enthusiastically.
"She should be here in about an hour or so." As Mom glanced down at her watch she smiled.
"Would you like to go with me to pick her up from the airport?" My smile grew from ear to ear and I could not mask my emotions, as I felt anxious all of a sudden.
"Would I? Do horses roll the hay? Do bears live in the woods? Do bees live in hives?" as I jumped up my Mom smiled.
"Okay, well go get some nice clothes on. I wouldn't want her to see you in anything but your best." I hobbled up the stairs to change, and proceeded to get around.
Twenty minutes later we were en route to the Springfield-Branson Regional Airport. I sat buckled in the passenger seat, absorbing the beautiful scenery and looking into Mother Nature's eyes. The trees, blowing with the wind, appeared to dance as they swayed back and forth angelically. The clouds seemed to smile down as they floated effortlessly overhead as the sun hung in the backdrop of the mosaic. I had forgotten what life was all about. The silly, often overlooked details are what I had missed most. My daily rituals were much larger and much more appreciated rather than held in contempt. At a four-way stop intersection, the sun's rays shined through the branches of trees as I became aware of a monarch butterfly fluttering by. I stared with amusement.
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Voice:
"Monarch butterflies can fly up to one hundred miles a day."
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