My Dad's back in the hospital. He needed help getting to the bathroom today and once he got there he couldn't move, let alone get back to the living room. Thankfully my sister was there with him and called an ambulance. He's waiting to get transferred to a better hospital. And here I am in North Carolina, helpless and unable to do shit. Life just stopped. I quickly realize that all that matters is each of you and all my family. I feel quilty for wanting a new bedspread. Why do I care about the landscaping. I can be such a materialistic brat sometimes. I am determined to break that off of myself. I can't let my Dad's suffering go by without it being a cause of change for the better. He's worth more that that; he's worth everything. He's so smart and funny and giving. Please pray. Mercy for a good man. Heal him and make him whole again. He doesn't deserve this; if anything, someone like me does.