Please Master, I thought terrible things. Sugar, brown, white, sweetener, a few large sacks of rice, sacks of flour, baking powder, baking soda, & on & on it came… I stood & looked at you, as I reached past you for tissues, dried your eyes. all I have ever dreamed of… As Summer turned to Fall and Fall to the first frozen chills driven over the land, you knew wherever we were, it certainly wasn’t tropical… I grinned & commented the bottom was shallow enough here we could likely walk ashore if we had to, but dropped the little anchor over the side. “Good, I have to start being able to trust you, today is a trial of sorts for you. Everything for a small, well-stocked clinic was there, as you recalled Me telling you I trained as a field medic while in the army many years before.
