Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Getting Up A Prayer Posse, I Even Need The Vatican

I've never asked a reader, any reader, to help me. Until now.

Like most people, I am very well aware of the strive and toil and hurt in life. I'm very well aware that there are all sorts of victims of life's unfairness.

Unfairness. Yes, that thing that has bugged me for a long long time.

The idea that things are fair and just and evenhanded, unbiased, lawful, straight, a good call like that from a baseball umpire, is something that - like most of us - I learned when I was young kid.

In my case, again like millions of kids, it was Hopalong Cassidy fighting the bad guys while sitting a white horse. It was a string of life lessons by way of The Rifleman, Maverick, The Lawman, Cheyenne, Bonanza, and of course my favorite Zorro. It was learning the difference between right and wrong.

And yes, though I learned that life can sometimes be extremely unfair. I knew that that didn't make it right. I still believe that being fair and subsequently free from injustice or prejudice.

To balance out the scales of what's fair and what's not, John Wayne helped the weak balance things out when he was called on, Alan Ladd shot that "low-down Yankee liar," Kirk Douglas arrested Earl Holliman instead of just taking his revenge out on him and killing him.

Unfairness was part of the reason that Humphrey Bogart shot Major Strasser in my favorite movie. During my life, I've learned that Bogart was right when he told Ingrid Bergman, "I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world."

The overwhelming feeling that life is unfair prompted James Stewart to pray to God and ask for help - just to be taught that faith is what carries us through - and yes, all in all, it is a wonderful life.

Maybe that's why I'm asking my readers, especially my one special reader in Vatican City - yes, believe it or not, in Vatican City - to join me and others as I try to put together a Prayer Posse. All to please say a small prayer for my 4 year old niece Sienna Banuelos.

Yes, I've never asked a reader, any reader, to help me. Until now.

I can go on about how special she is, but in my heart I believe that God already knows how truly special she really is. I'm just afraid that he might want her with him sooner than we'd like her to be.

Swelling in her brain has rendered her all but sightless in one eye, and now she has to repeat a surgery that she had when she younger just to relieve the presure on her brain.

In Catholicism, the Catholic Church, we believe that it is a blessing to give to others. Maybe that's why the Catholic Church is number one when it comes to donating time and money to help others.

Sienna has been a blessing because of the love that she freely gives to others. A small prayer from a Prayer Posse out there may go a long way in helping her to get through this.

May God Bless All Of You For Your Prayers.

Thank you!

Tom Correa

1 comment:

  1. I hope you have an extra pair of underwear while you pray. You don't wanna accidentally "pope' your pants. Haha.


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