DeputyDelirium

My son, Keegan, is 11 years old. He is a very compassionate person. He likes to rub your arm to let you know that he is concerned about you and hopefully make you feel better. He gives your shoulders a rub, which is actually just a light squeeze because he doesn't want to hurt you, when he sees that you're stressed. Sometimes it is hard for Keegan to get what he is thinking into words and express his feelings. So, these gestures are his way of letting you know he loves you.

Yesterday I had a very unfortunate thing happen to me. Something that someone else did put me in danger and Greg needed to take me to the ER. We still needed to pick Keegan and Atalie up from the bus though. Obviously we were going to have to take them with us. It wasn't such a thing that would traumatize them though so I was okay with it.

We got done at the ER and I was given a prescription for some medication. I needed it filled right away so we went straight to the pharmacy and dropped it off. Greg and I realized that the way our insurance works that we might have to actually pay for this prescription. Only 3 weeks of it would cost us $300. Now, generally our insurance pays 100% of our medical, everything. Yes, the benefits of being owned by Microsoft. Not getting this prescription was not an option and we became very nervous about it. Keegan, though we thought he was playing with his sister, must have heard our concerns and leaned up to my seat and started rubbing my shoulders. I was a mess. But when those tiny hands started squeezing my shoulders I felt weight being lifted from me. Then I hear this, "mom, think happy thoughts. Things will work out if you think happy thoughts." It became a mantra in my ear as my sweet boy continued to rub my shoulders. "happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts . . ." over and over being whispered into my ear. It was almost a prayer. Not a game like you would expect from a child, this was an earnest plea. I'm not sure to whom either. Was he calming me? Or was he asking his Heavenly Father to deliver to me what I couldn't muster?

As we drove back to the pharmacy and awaited the medicine, the car was quiet. Greg received the bag and asked how much we needed to pay (having a feeling that we had used the benefits already for this particular Rx at this particular pharmacy) and the woman, who is familiar with our family, looked at him and smiled. "Insurance paid this in full." In full. Exhale.

On our way home Greg turned to Keegan and thanked him. Keegan, confused, asked what for. Greg explained to him that the power of thought truly makes a difference in real outcomes and that just by repeating those 2 simple words, or praying them, he had made a difference in our evening. In my peace of mind. I really, really needed that medication, and we really, really would have had a difficult time without the insurance kicking in. I wonder if things would have been different had Keegan not been there. Because to be honest, I *know* that now we have maxed our limit as far as insurance is concerned (as for this Rx and this place)

Thank you Keegan. And to all of you out there, Happy Thoughts.