Let Us Pray that People Really Do Care--and Signs They Do

I had an awful traffic accident in 2016, so I was grateful that the man I then called my MEQUE (MEjor Que Un Esposo--Better than a husband)  drove me to Martinez shortly after my accident so that I could file papers for the annual renewal of my conservatorship for my disabled brother.

This year I was more confident about my driving--or lets say just less terrified--but when I made the trip alone, I thought of both the sweetness in my MEQUE's  driving me to Martinez two previous years and in his brutality, leading to our no longer having our exclusive club.

Because my brother's declining cognitive condition makes me sad, and my going alone reminded me that my  MEQUE betrayed me, the trip wasn't an especially pleasant one.

 Then on my way back from the courthouse on Tuesday because of construction, I couldn't follow the route I'd looked up, so I stopped at a corner, parked illegally, and approached a couple who were in the square.

I was wearing my I REALLY DO CARE.  DON'T U?" t-shirt, and the woman said, "I like your shirt!  Let's pray that those kids and parents get back together soon!"

I said, "Right!"

And she began to pray.  She prayed for not just a change in policy but a change in heart.

Then she asked me my name, and after I told her, she bowed her head and prayed, "Help Tina get home safely."

I said amen to that one too!

That's when I noticed the Daily Word book in the hands of each of them.  

Then they gave me directions, and I did eventually get home...safely.