Faith, it doesn't make things easy, it makes things possible.

Its 8:30 at night and the phone by my living room chair begins to ring . God I don't want to answer it. I answer phones at work for 9 hours a day every day five days straight, the last thing I want to do when I come home is answer another phone call. I look at it and picked it up. "Hello?" "Hello may I speak to Teresa Harris?" the caller asks. Oh no another bill collector I think, gosh why did I pick up this phone? Too late now I have to talk to him, so I gingerly answer him, "yes this is she". He answered, "This is Dr. Black from Long Beach Memorial Hospital, do you have a daughter named Carrie Harris?" Wait what? Do you know that feeling when your at the top of a roller coaster and your just about to go down and you lift your arms hesitantly because your afraid maybe just maybe the safety bar might come undone and you might fly out and your stomach is nose diving into your lower spine? Ya that is the feeling I got when he asked me that question. "Yes my daughter is Carrie, WHAT IS WRONG?" I think I literally screamed the last part into the mouth piece of the phone. Its a wonder he understood me. "Ms Harris, can you tell me does your daughter do any drugs?" he asked. Now you have to understand one little bit of information before you will know why I wanted to go through the phone and strangle this doctor. My daughter Carrie is 8 months pregnant and the mother of my two beautiful grandchildren and soon to be third. She was admitted into the hospital with a kidney infection and as far as I knew was getting better. So to get a call from a doctor from the hospital she is currently in was not something any parent wants to get. And then to ask me if she does drugs on top of that? Total mind blown! "What do you mean. Does She do Drugs?", She's 8 months pregnant for God's sakes!" I screamed back into the phone at him. Dr. Black was very calm on the phone with me which made me all the more nervous and it riled me up even more.