ANGEL ON THE COMPUTER KEYBOARD

ANGEL ON THE KEYBOARD T. Wieland Allen I was only five years old when I heard the song Kitten on the Keys. My sister was taking piano lessons and that song was in one of her books. As a small child I thought that was the cutest name for a song and I would imagine in my mind the picture of a kitten walking up and down a piano keyboard making musical sounds that might or might not be pleasing to the ears of the listeners. We experienced a similar experience lately which I would call Angel on the Computer Keyboard. After writing a tribute to my husband relating to the heroic way he had handled two serious surgeries and six rounds of very strong chemotherapy, emerging cancer free, I sent a tribute writing about him to friends and family who had prayed for and lovingly supported us during the adventure. In the writing I wrote that my husband deserved the Medal of Honor for bravery during his war against cancer. Everyone who received the email of the tribute responded, agreeing that my husband Steve certainly deserved the Medal of Honor. While working on a particularly hard work assignment later during the day, I decided to check my emails as a diversion. One relative, who will remain nameless because of her embarrassment, responded with a loving comment, that she agreed with the tribute and that Steve certainly deserved the MEDAL of HOMER. I immediately busted out laughing, which pushed the dreariness of the cold, wet March day right out of the house, the town, the country and off the planet. I continued to laugh every time I thought about it, wondering who Homer was. I actually knew that it was a typo, but I became convinced that the typo was the work of an angel on the computer keyboard who typed the wrong, but really right, keys and that the angel knew that I would respond with joy and laughter to the Medal of Homer comment. It was a wonderful thing to happen, causing me to laugh every time I thought about it. The thought also came to me to send the pertinent email to a friend whom I knew was also having a bad day, with a son in a foreign country who was lost in a flood, a pregnant daughter whose raging hormones were causing conflict in her house and a worker who had betrayed her. I obeyed the prompting, and immediately received a reply back stating that she was laughing uncontrollably and had changed from sadness and worry to life-giving laughter. The typo ministered joy to her also. My laughter continued into the next day. While taking my vitamins, the thought about a Medal of Homer crossed my mind and I spewed water and vitamins all over the cabinet. The angel accomplished what it intended, bringing joy and happiness and laughter to two women who were bogged down with earthly pressures. God does such wonderful things and we never know what to expect. The mistype by my relative, although accomplished by an angel for sure, provided the necessary impetus to catapult two women from the doldrums into hysterical laughter. Maybe there is a Medal of Homer. If so, my relative deserves it for her part in changing worry and fretting into laughter and joy. She deserves some kind of medal, why not a new medal called the Medal of Homer. Maybe I'll get to work designing that one.