When my sister, wearing her pink pussy hat, broke her shoulder at a pizzeria after one of the anti-Trump Women’s Marches here in NYC, she needed surgery on her shoulder. Her surgery started late in the day into the evening. They let me stay with her overnight in the recovery room and I was holding her cell phone for her in my bag. She had forgotten to turn her alarm clock on her phone off because she woke up the day of her surgery before the alarm. So, early the next morning, her alarm went off on her cell phone. The alarm was set to play Three Little Birds. I didn’t know that it was her cell phone singing so the song played on before I realized where it was coming from and turned it off. That song coming on so unexpectedly in the early morning in the recovery room really seemed to make the nurses’ day. And I took it as a good sign.
generated page in 0.010 seconds using 9 database requests (no reply links) 
