This morning DH didn’t feel well and decided to stay home from work. I admit it, I’m spoiled in the mornings since I can put on my mascara, have another cup of coffee, and spice up my lips during the commute while he drives. I really need advance notice (30 minutes would be good) when he isn’t going to be driving. That puts a whole different spin on my morning preparations.
I can drive the truck just fine, but I have a few little problem areas, like seeing out the back. I sit short, and the truck is long. The route that DH takes has a tricky on-ramp to the Interstate. That route is not my choice. My route takes longer, which means I need to leave earlier. Today, by the time we got sorted out whether he was going or staying, I left the house later than usual.
I backed out of the driveway and drove 1/2 block to the stop sign, then waited for traffic to allow me to turn left. Meanwhile, a lady pulled up opposite me wanting to turn right. Feeling generous, I let her go first. Mistake. She drove ahead of me to the traffic light, then stopped in the middle of the road, ready to turn left. I needed to go right. If she had pulled over a little, I could have scooched by her and been on my merry way. So, I waited. Sigh.
I finally made the turn and got behind a slow car. Great. You know how it goes–the slow poke makes it through the next light; you don’t. So, I sat. And sat. And sat, waiting for the left turn arrow.
A movement to my left caught my eye. Oh no. It’s a pedestrian. He’s going to want to cross where I want to turn. Sigh. OH NO. It’s a one-legged man! My mind was racing as I looked at the clock, knowing I was probably going to be late for work. That’s bad. Let’s see….he is on crutches, I have a ton of horsepower….I could outrun him….
But no. I did the right thing and gave him the right-of-way. As I waited for him to cross 5 lanes of traffic and a median, I asked God to bless me and give me a tailwind since I was putting others ahead of myself. My heart truly went out to the man who was an expert at propelling himself forward on his crutches. He was trying to hurry, and I think I saw him stumble. All of a sudden he took a very, very long stride with his only leg.
I was very thankful for my legs as I waited for him to pass. When I turned the corner, the one-legged-man was scurrying down the sidewalk on his crutches, his pink hair pick, firmly secured in the back of his Afro, bobbing up and down. I prayed that God would bless him. I’m sure he has a hard life. And, God blessed me, too. I clocked in at 7:58–had 2 whole minutes to spare!
"Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we'll stand by each other, however it blow." 
