I got an email from my little sister a while back, who has gone through her own version of hell in the last several years - I'll spare her a description here, but she is so often coming up with stuff I blog about there has to be some deeper connection.
The email is one of those "chain letter" emails that you feel like you have to respond or forward so as not to break the chain and put some bad mojo on everyone else's wishes and prayers. (You should be thankful I didn't forward it here). So, I read through it, thought about my wish (prayer, wish, whatever, I think it was a prayer because there were various references to saints and God in the poem that you read after you make your "wish" - but the email called it a 'wish').
