On the move

Was out of town for a few days in Miami Fl. for a Sales conference. I was able to use the gym a few times while I was there. The flight back was cancelled from a direct flight to a connecting flight in Newark. That was so stupid, I was on the move from 10am and didn't get home until close to 9pm  the same day tired and hungry. The conference went well, I was able to meet people I work with via e-mail and phone lines.
Our hotel was next to the Miami river and a few times we saw manatees swimming by. Didn't have time for pics and by the time I got down from the 15th floor they were gone. Food and drinks were good and I was very good at not overeating like I normally do when I travel with the company. The weather was excellent if you were in Ohio, they had a "cold spell" and the temps never made it to 80  while I was there.

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The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express

praise for answered prayers. Suzie Smith stood and walked to the podium.
She said, "I have a praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him."
You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced.
"Tom was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every
move caused him terrible pain." We prayed as the doctors performed a
delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the
crushed remnants of Tom's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place."
Again, the men in the congregation cringed and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Tom.
"Now," she announced in a quivering voice, "thank the Lord, Tom is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely."
All the men sighed with unified relief.
The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say.
A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium. He said, "I'm Tom Smith ."
The entire congregation held its breath.

"I just want to tell my wife the word is sternum."