Dr. Shady

I love this state of Texas and its people. So many different cultures and traditions and perspectives surrounding the meaning of life.

I was reminded of this at a doctor's visit yesterday. I get sinus infections a couple times a year and use a walk-in clinic, not my regular clinic. Way faster. This clinic is owned by a nut. Certified eccentric. I really am grateful for the service provided, but always hope I get any doctor but her. No such luck yesterday.

Through the years I have heard about her remarkable family and their import in the Confederacy. High achievers. Smarties. Did I mention the Confederacy? 

I made the mistake of wearing a Stanford University t-shirt. My husband's line when he wears his and is asked if he went to Stanford: "Yes. To the bookstore to buy this t-shirt."  I repeat this line, she laughs and continues to talk about research there regarding diabetes and Alzheimer's. I'm all in; this is fascinating stuff.

"Don't say anything. The liberals will twist it."

Say, what?

I don't know about reverse doctor-patient confidentiality and if writing this violates some code, but I doubt it because I have no earthly idea what she was talking about anyway as far as liberals ruining the research.

I have come to expect such ranting against liberals from this 70-something doctor, but have never had the guts to contradict. Something I will never say: "I am a liberal and you just spilled the beans to the enemy. Ha!"

In truth I adore this woman. She has built a spectacular business that I will continue to use, and other family members will as well. Her staff is as diverse as any office - or more so - that I've experienced. She gets liberal points for that. I just won't ever tell her.

It's gonna be ok

I heard this morning that bars were opening early tomorrow in D.C. for the spectacle of watching former FBI Director James Comey testify before a Senate committee about what Trump did or did not say.

They are calling it a kind of Super Bowl. 

I, too, am excited about the prospect of Trump being creamed. I worry, however, that it could be like last year's actual Super Bowl. The Atlanta Falcons all but beating Tom Brady's Patriots. It was really a done deal. Until the Patriots came back and changed what we thought was history.

The lesson for me is that tomorrow's super bowl may not have the happy ending I seek. But that is OK. I am patient. I can wait for Trump's crushing defeat because I know it's coming, just as I know the sun will rise tomorrow. It's coming.

But say for sake of argument that it doesn't happen. I can live with that, too.

You see I met the most amazing millennial today.  I can't reveal too much other than to say good is winning over evil. Maybe not at the ballot box, but most certainly in every day life. I saw and heard for my own eyes and ears. This young woman, unknown to most everyone, is making remarkably unselfish choices. She has chosen the well being of someone else over her own comfort. She has placed love of other over love of self. And in such an organic and authentic way. As you hear her story, each piece fits so smoothly that at the end of the conversation you are entranced by the grace of this lovely woman. 

And inspired and grateful and ... yes, encouraged that it's going to be ok.

Love indeed trumps hate every time.