Have you ever been held up from leaving or gotten behind a slow driver and been frustrated? I'm sure we've all been in that situation. As we continue on to our destination we then are stuck in severe traffic. On the way to the Masters we were stuck in traffic for over an hour due to an accident that had occurred one mile ahead of where we stopped. I always realize during these long waits of impatience that if I hadn't gotten behind the older driver with the feather foot or hadn't forgotten my phone and had to go back in to get it which put me late in the first place, it may have been ME in that accident.
But there are somethings that have happened to me that I have no idea why I'm in that place at that time other than to be there for someone else. One time, coming out of the Walgreens on the way home from work having picked up some toilet paper we needed badly, a woman in her late 70's or early 80's was standing in shock outside with blood running from her arm. I was concerned for her. She didn't seem to know where she was. I asked her to sit down and I would go tell the manager to call the police. The store personnel came out and helped her. She told the story about a woman who asked her for money and when she told her she didn't have any, the woman pulled a knife and cut her! She was in good hands after that so I left wondering if she was scarred mentally forever by this event.
I think that I'm there for a reason. The very first time this happened to me was when I was seventeen. I was on the school bus on the way to school and my sister was in the back of the bus. I always sat in the front and she sat in the back. She talked with her friends and I talked with the school bus driver. After we had been dropped off of the bus, someone came up to me and said, "BJ, did you know your sister was drinking on the bus?" What? "Yes, she had orange juice and vodka." WHAT? I thanked this student and followed my sister into the school. She saw me coming and ran into the bathroom. She went into a stall and wouldn't open it up. I crawled under the stall and got into the stall with her. I said, " What are you doing? I know what you did on the bus, give me the bottle." She fought with me and I grabbed it from her and poured the alcohol into the toilet and flushed it. Immediately a teacher started pounding on the stall. There was no evidence left so the teacher couldn't do anything to my sister. I had saved her from being kicked out of school for three days or more. I guess some other student had told a teacher what was happening in the girls bathroom. It gave a new meaning to the words to the song, "Meet me in the ladies room."
Thank God that nobody was in FRONT of my sister while she was driving that day. Being behind a slow driver is better than being in front of an impaired driver any day.