I had an appointment on campus at 8 am and would only make it in time if I parked at the Tate deck. Boo on that, because you have to pay, but oh well, it was my only chance...
So I arrived at everything on time and while in class I caught up on my daily news. I read about the economy failing here and another tragedy there. (I do not mean to belittle what is going on, I am just shortening it to get to the point) I don't know if I am emotional person or not, but I do know that my heart gets very involved with wanting to gather a full perception of things. With that stated, I often doodle or scribble silly sayings after reading the news to stir myself from becoming distraught. We spoke of some news topics today in my Public Relations class, as well, and it attracted me back to the slouchy couch of worry. Why? Why can't we 'trust people these days'? Why does bad news sell? Who prefers writing these stories? It is just too easy to give up; fighting for a change when you rarely read about its success. What happened to iconic America? Why do I feel unsafe on my own front porch sometimes? Lots of these thoughts came and went. Oy oy oy it was one of those give-up days until...
...1 pm arrives and I get to my car to head home. *gasp! "Where's my wallet?! oh no! I don't have my i.d., my debit card, agh! nothing. Maybe I left it at home. Well, good thing I have some cash. $4 in the pocket, still good luck?." I meet the cashier lady, hand her my ticket. $8. "uh-oh, now what." For the next 5 minutes (more like 5 hours) she explained to me that she can't let me out without any identification. She walks out and backs up all the cars that had begun to line up behind me, so that I can embarrassingly curtsey my way back to a parking spot. What the heck am I supposed to do? I have four dollars and a desperate smile. "I promise I can come right back and pay it!" She shakes her head. So I sit there, and well hey! sit there some more.. Then all of a sudden four dollars appear in my lap!! no.. but sort of. Some lady in the line, witnessed this silly automobile dance and decided to go and pay for me. She left $10. I got to the window, they stamped my ticket, gave me the extra change and let me go. I know this is a really long way of telling a slight story, but it blessed me beyond belief. Not only did my entire ticket get paid for, I left with more money! Remember how I have been praying for financial grace? Yeahh, God is good.