Dean's World

God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. (First Corinthians, 1:27)

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25 November 2004 (Thanksgiving)

The windows are dark when I awaken, and the clock on my bed stand says 03:02 in glowing red letters. To my great surprise, I realize that I must have slept through the entire day since early afternoon. I do not even remember the quiet interruptions of the nurses, measuring my blood pressure, and noting the other useless numbers they are required to collect every few hours. This both disturbs and pleases me; disturbs me that I should have been so unaware of my surroundings, but pleases me because I have not slept so soundly since first awakening last week from the coma. With guilty pleasure, I realize that I feel more refreshed than I have in many days, and far more calm—though it may well be the calm before the proverbial storm, I am content to enjoy it for now.

I am rested, and I am leaving. Indecision, at least, no longer plagues me.

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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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