Help for Joe

Please pray for our mail carrier.  I'll call him Joe, as I haven't asked his permission to write about him.  Around two weeks ago,  he fell on his wrist.  This alone would be bad enough, but to make matters worse, he landed on a nail.  I'm not sure of all of the details, but I was told that his wound required 19 stitches.  I'd be grateful if this were the end of the story; too bad it isn't.  While recovering, a menacing red line traced its way from Joe's wrist to his elbow.  Infection had set in, and he has been in the hospital for the past week.  That doesn't sound good, but I know God works miracles everyday.