The Path To Linda Hill

Yesterday I was determined to get these pesky important papers in the mail to the VA. I drug myself to the desk and filled them out as best as I could. Getting to the signing part, I needed two witnesses. Crap. David just happened to be here and I got him to sign. Having not planned on leaving the house, I got dressed and decided to go to my brother's. He could sign. 

I go to his house one way and come back another. I enjoy driving by the hospital because David is now there and remember the drive when he wasn't. Also, I love going through the old neighborhood and reminiscing good times. 

As I was driving down the Interstate, I saw this car approaching from behind EXTREMELY fast, like 80 mph. They passed me and I thought "you best be having a baby" to drive this fast. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to follow him to see if he got off the exit to the ER. I had to miss my turn to the old neighborhood. I went on past and got to the stop light, only to see it was just speedy teenagers and gave them a glare which went completely unnoticed. 

Traveled on down and around and got to the next stoplight. Traffic was backing up. Once I neared the intersection, I could see. There was a car in the passing lane, stopped. Getting closer, I saw the old lady with the cane standing behind her car and just looking around. Of course, no one was stopping. I slowed and pulled in front of her, backed up and asked if she had a cell phone. She was nervous and walking slow. She said she wasn't from around here and had no one to call. Of course. I called 911. My brother said that was only for emergencies. Well, duh. She had a tire blow out. 

Once she saw I wasn't going to murder her and while we were waiting on the police and while the cars were zoom zoom zooming around us in a hurry, we had a nice chat. Her name is Linda Hill and she lives right around the corner. We talked about so much! Nail biting, errands, and how she was just afraid to get out any more, which I totally related to. I had told her that her nails were beautiful. We had no care in the world. We could have been in a park. I thought it was pretty funny...two old ladies just talking away right near such a busy congested intersection.

In my rear view mirror I saw a fire truck heading our way. They were just wandering, not responding and wanted to know if anyone was hurt. I said bye and slowly pulled off. They were getting her off the road.

Had God not chosen my path, I never would have had the pleasure of meeting Linda Hill yesterday and that more than made up for the fact I had considered getting another witness as another chore to do. ♥♥♥