Week of July 29
It’s been a long
day and we are all tired by the time we land at Tampa International Airport. We
still have another hour to drive home to Sarasota.
The exhilaration of
seeing our son graduate earlier that day from Navy boot camp at Great Lakes,
Illinois is fading and exhaustion is taking over.
By the time Marcia and I retrieve the bags
including her mother’s luggage, it is nearly midnight. Now the challenge is to
find our car in the color coded parking garage with its monorail system and
stops named for aviation pioneers.
Alleluia! We find
it on the first try.
The bags are loaded
in the trunk, mom flops into the back seat, Marcia and I in the front. I turn
the key in the ignition and nothing. It won’t start. I try again. No luck.
“Now what”, asks a
voice from the back seat?
Marcia announces,
“We can call triple A and wait for them to find someone to come out and help
us, or we can pray right here and right now.”
There is a groan
and a barely audible “Oh No,” from the back seat.
Marcia places her
hands firmly on the dash and says, “Lord—its late, we are tired-you know our
situation- we need your help to start this car and get us home in one piece. Thank
You Lord.”
The car starts on
the very next try.
“I’m a believer
now,” says the voice from the back seat.
Robert (Bud)
DesRosiers
Sarasota,FL,
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