Life is Hilarious
Dead-Dog-Andy's mother was calling me about a doctor who made a friend get much better. I thanked her for passing the name on, and said that even if I decided the doctor was not for me, I appreciate her kindness in passing along information she hopes will be helpful. That is very kind. I reflexively Googled the doctor, and in delving into his website, deeper... deeper... deeper... determined that if I want him to cure me it would cost $160.000.00. That made me laugh and laugh.

On a similar but completely different note (ha!) J.S. told me that a friend was healed by a faith-healer in Brasilia named John-of-God. I heard the name but couldn't believe it. "John Dodd?" I asked hopefully. "John OF GOD." "Which god?" "Any god." That was kind of him to tell me about Mr.God, but I said I couldn't go as my green card had expired -- or rather, I could GO... just not come back. I asked how one would find this man without an address, but J.S. said you'd ask on the street and someone would know. I have always thought of Brasilia as a gleaming, modern place that was built from scratch like Canberra, sort of. So I said, "Maybe John of God is RIGHT NOW telling someone to go to Olympia, and ask on the street where to find J.S." Be that as it may -- I'm more into faith-healers, who are sometimes real, than doctors who charge $160,000.00 for a magic elixir, who are never real. Never. And if they did have a magic elixir and still charged $160,000.00 then that degree of evil is something I don't want to go within a thousand miles of. I really don't want to be the one person cured or the clever in-the-know-woman who gets a break or a better deal. We should behave with compassion within a compassionate system -- and it isn't that way now, let me tell you. And THAT degree of evil is something I can't keep a thousand miles away from.

Turns out you can just go to www.johnofgod.com.