There for the Grace of God Go I
“A long trip from a favorite spot – along the highway I spot a guy changing a tire. “Poor guy,” I think to myself. “Cold weather makes it even more difficult. Sending him some love and light to finish his task with ease.” I then wonder how long it’s been since I’ve had a flat tire: decades maybe. And I’ve never been stranded, alone on a highway. The drive home is smooth, and I get in the front door before darkness sets in. Fast forward to this morning: I have an errand to run and head down to the garage. As I put the car into reverse, I hear an unfamiliar sound – thud like – certainly the car is not moving as smoothly as it was yesterday. I get out to take a look and my front left tire is flat. Well, I’ll be … Due to get my snow tires on anyway, I hobble the car to the service station – luckily very close by, leaving a note under the windshield wipers explaining the situation. Yes, it’s explained literally but I still marvel at the fact that I drove hundreds of miles before the tire gave out in my parking garage. Thank you, Dear Ones!”
To your Happiness,
Kita
Wherever You Are
One In A Million Dragon