God is good...all the time.

You know how a couple of weeks ago I was ranting about how frustrated I was with our health insurance? Quick recap: I had received a letter saying that they were denying to cover the Cheese's necessary eye surgery--a surgery that he has to have, a surgery that needs to be done by a specialist down at UCLA--and I was fit to be tied.

Then yesterday I got another letter from our insurance company; one of five that I've received, the previous all being negative "you're sh*t out of luck" letters. I opened it with hesitation, already assuming the worst, imagining the letter saying something along the lines of "your request has once again been denied," or maybe just a simple "you suck...we don't care about your kid's stupid eye...you're on your own."

But instead, I was pleasantly surprised. They've approved his surgery, which means we are actually good to go with nothing more than a small co-pay to take care of. Reading it actually choked me up. No headaches trying to force the insurance company to cooperate. No getting a lawyer to write a threatening letter. For once the insurance industry has come through and I was shocked and amazed. They had actually read through our case and said, "We see your son's needs and we're going to help you fix them."

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

So what did I learn from this brief experience? I learned that it's better to stay positive and hope for the best. I learned that you shouldn't give up fighting for what you know is right, even when someone else disagrees with you. I learned that sometimes...sometimes...the system actually works.

Yes, a prayer was definitely answered with that one.

And everyone said, "Amen."