Cameron: an evening conversation

By Stephen Cameron

Do you remember a TV show called “Saving Grace”?

It ran on TNT from 2007 through 2010, and one reviewer offered this plot summary: “An angel offers a jaded Oklahoma City police detective a chance to redeem her life.”

Some life, too.

David Hinckley of the New York Daily News wrote this: “This show will be good news for people who enjoy watching train wrecks in which the engineer accelerates as the precipice nears, which is Grace’s signature move.”

Right, now hold that thought.

We’ll get back to wisecracking, hard-drinking, chain-smoking, sexually promiscuous Grace Hanadarko and her “last-chance angel” in a little bit.

Meanwhile, back in real life, I had a medical procedure scheduled in suburban Kansas City for last Friday.

You might recall that it rained on Thursday evening. In fact, on the stretch of I-70 between Topeka and Kansas City, it was coming down so hard that I passed a guy building an ark.

But I squinted fiercely through the downpour, made it to a warm welcome in Overland Park and breathed a huge sigh of relief that I hadn’t been washed away.

The electric motor on our garage door is out, so it’s strictly a manual operation for the moment – but hey, what’s the problem? I jumped out in the rain and raised the door halfway up.

Or thought I did.

Then I grabbed an armload of clothes, bolted for the safety of the garage…and ran full speed into the door, which was just about at chin level.


My belongings went flying, I toppled backwards as though struck by lightning – and blood gushed everywhere.

When I came to my senses (in a manner of speaking), I grasped what had happened. And that my face not only was cut and scraped all over the place, but I was surely concussed.

Sheesh, it hurt.

The points to grasp here are, first, that the incident occurred with no warning at all; and second, that anything, absolutely anything, can happen to each of us so, so quickly.

Now then, back to “Saving Grace.”

I bring it up because a line from the show crossed my mind shortly after whacking my head.

The plot follows feisty little Grace as she arrests crooks, creates family feuds, guzzles tequila and collects one-night boyfriends at a record clip.

Even confronted by an angel named Earl, Grace takes no guff. Rather than falling to her knees, she demands to know how God could let Timothy McVeigh blow up the Murrah Building.

Eventually, though, a series of crises gives Grace pause, and she asks Earl about huge moments in life — and even about dying. She wants to know when such things might happen.

Earl replies: “In the blink of an eye.”

I’ve been thinking about that while nursing a headache — and reminding myself that every day is a gift.

We shouldn’t waste a single one.

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