Michael Burt

"And then, one of the floor nurses comes in to untangle my IV lines. I am so sick and weak, I can barely raise my head, but I manage. And from how I am doubled over, I am staring at one of the most beautiful asses I’ve ever seen – An ass as shapely and perfect as a nectarine made personally by God herself. The nurse finishes untangling the lines, resets the computers, and walks out. I never saw her face. What touched me when I was so sick? What reached me in a way no prayer ever has? I think it was grace – oddly, the grace of a beautiful ass and right in my face. I knew from that moment I was going to be okay."