The Flowering Vine: That Time At Wendy’s… An Audio Episode

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This is a true story.

Allow me to present you with a knock-off mini “radio show” re-enactment of an event that took place at Wendy’s in Eufaula, Alabama—Summer of 1987.

The major players were:

  • Grandma, aka Mother
  • Me, aka Lady G
  • Poor random guy at the drive-thru window

The whole thing was poorly written, poorly voiced and produced on the fly by Lady G.

Enjoy:

Mother and The Wendy’s Drive-thru Sign:  Run time: 1:48 (Not even two minutes)

 

 

 

 

An Inconvenient Angel

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Have you ever had a slow moving car pull out in front of you while you were rushing to get somewhere important?

Well, that’s happened to me many times.

GRRRRRRR!!!!!

Ah…but there was this one time that I had to thank my lucky stars for such an encounter!

Picture it…rural Georgia 19??

Lady G, a young mother and graduate student, was driving like a bat out of hell in order to make it to class on time.

I was running, oh I don’t know, 85-ish in a 55 mph kinda situation.

(My brother Tack says I should have been arrested as that was, indeed, ‘reckless driving.’)

Anyway…

I was making pretty good time when, seemingly out of nowhere, this 130 year old man pulled out of a side road onto MY highway!

Yessir!

He was going my way!

Or maybe I was going his way?

Who knows?

Whatever…

Moving on…

Fortunately, I was able to slow down in enough time to avoid rear-ending him.

Trust me, to say I was miffed would be a supreme understatement!

“C’mon Grannypaw!” I shouted.

MOVE!!!!!

Well, apparently he didn’t hear me because he kept right on running about 25 mph.

At that point, I looked at the clock in the dashboard and thought, “I ain’t never gonna make it on time!”

Meanwhile, Grannypaw slowed down to a nice and consistent speed of 23 mph!

Oh, and there was no safe way to pass him!

I was stuck!

Me and Grannypaw!

Well, as my road buddy and I approached the bottom of a hill, I noticed, at the top of the hill, an oncoming speeding car that had crossed over into our lane in order to pass several others at one time.

Of course, Grannypaw was going nowhere near fast enough to be in danger of a collision.

That said, neither was I.

Now, here’s the killing part.

As soon as Grannypaw and I safely cleared that hill, he turned off and drove away!

At that moment, it occurred to me that if it weren’t for my wise, kind, loving, sweet and dear sherpa, I would’ve probably hit that passing car head on!

Can you imagine the damaging impact of two cars running better than 80 mph?!

Game over!

And so…

Today’s advice:  Be thankful for AND ask God to bless people who slow you down…they might be inconvenient angels!

Remember:

Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it! (Hebrews 13:2 NLT)

Oh yeah…and slow down!

Any thoughts?  I’d love to hear them!

 

 

 

 

 

Rushing To Do What?

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Not the actual offender, but a close approximation!

Have you ever wondered where the nut that almost hit your car after speeding in and out of interstate lanes is rushing to?  Surely, he or she needs to get someplace in short order-right?  I mean, maybe this person has received an extremely distressing telephone call.  Maybe he or she is a physician on the way to an emergency.  Maybe this person is trying to seek medical attention for himself or a family member.  Or maybe….NOT!

This weekend, I had the opportunity to get an up-close answer to these questions.  Do you wanna read about it? I am sure that you are now on the edge of your seat!  I’ll try not to disappoint— so here we go!

This past Saturday, while driving on a busy thoroughfare, I noticed a huge black tank of an SUV speeding up behind me.  This behemoth was moving so fast that I thought it was going to slam right into me.  Fortunately, the driver didn’t hit me, but he did tailgate me for a while before swerving left into the passing lane.  Needless to say, the motorist at the helm of that intimidating monstrosity continued barreling down the highway- darting in and out of traffic with very little room between cars to spare.  I thought to myself, surely something urgent must have happened.  Little did I know, I was about to witness the end result of all of this hurried insanity.

After traveling another mile or so, I exited the interstate in order to stop by my favorite bookstore to grab a cup of coffee and to look for a new book.  As I was parking, I noticed that the same black SUV that had nearly hit me on the interstate was parked in a nearby parking lot!  How do I know that it was the same truck?  Because this truck had several distinct decals, stickers of stick people, stick dogs, stick cats, memorial notices and ornate monograms plastered on the back window.  If you had seen it, I promise that you would have remembered it too.  Anyway, since I could see the driver’s shadow as he or she sat in the truck, I decided to wait a few minutes to spy.  Before too long, a very slender lady dressed in workout gear emerged from the truck and walked toward the bookstore where I had planned to go.  I ramped up my game of espionage by quietly following her.  After entering the store, I watched closely as she ordered a cup of coffee–savored it, browsed through a few magazines and lingered near a bookshelf.  My dearest friends, I can assure you that there was NOTHING hurried about this woman’s actions.  In fact, she looked quite relaxed.

Which brings me to this question, what was her rush? Why was she trying to mow down every car on the interstate?  I am asking you these questions because I got nothing!

After this little mini-drama ended, I decided to make a concerted effort to question myself whenever I start to rush.  I vow to ask myself questions like:  Why are you rushing?  Are you late for something?  Even if you are late, what is the worst that can happen?  By doing this, I hope to avoid creating a sense of urgency where there is none.  Sadly, it appears that the lady in the bookstore was rushing to relax; which seems sort of contradictory.  Don’t you think?

What are you rushing to do?