This morning, my friend Gaye gave me the gift of time. Here is how it went down:
It is 5 AM and from an early morning sleepy fog, I can hear my cell phone ringing in the other room. Once awake I jump up and run to silence the phone. It is my neighbor Gaye’s daughter, Abigail. Abigail and a friend are flying to California today and her sweet frantic voice says “Miss Catherine I’m so sorry to wake you up but we are on the way to the airport and I forgot my wallet. Can you go to my house and get it and meet us?”
Immediately I spring into action. I throw on some clothes, gently pull our bedroom door closed and head for my car. On the way to their house, I call Abigail and ask if the house is locked and if there are lights on. I also need to know where Abigail’s brother Nathan is in the house. My mind and my heart are racing faster than the Olympians I saw running a relay last night!
I sure don’t want to frighten Nathan and end up getting hit over the head with a baseball bat! My imagination is running wild as I am set for a relay this morning. As it turns out there was no worry about Nathan. Nothing was going to wake him up on this early morning including many phone calls his sister had made to the house.
As I maneuver my car through the early morning darkness on the back country roads of Tennessee I feel alive and excited that I am a part of this relay team. I reach over and feel the wallet on the front seat of the car. Yes, I am prepared for the handoff. But wait there’s more! Click to continue reading