GRANDMA’S BAD HAIR DAY ROCKS ON
My mom was having a busy day getting ready for a trip to New York City with her cute little old lady friends, where they attended several Broadway plays . . . and ate at McDonald’s every night. That’s the Depression generation for you.
On that day, though, unfortunately, she had a flat tire but didn’t have her cell phone or AAA card with her. Then her dog threw up in three places on the new carpet.
Finally, she was racing home from taking the dog to the kennel -- which she calls ‘’putting her away’’ -- when all of a sudden, something big and hard, like a rock, fell -- BAM! -- on the hood of her sleek, new car.
It came from the schoolbus in the next lane.
She drove on for a block or two, steam hissing from both her ears. Oh, the nerve of these young whippersnappers! Should they get AWAY with that?
She noticed that the bus had pulled into the lane behind her, and here came a red light. She stopped . . . and got out . . . and marched back to the bus . . . and knocked on the door, startling the bus driver and, I’m sure, all the observers in surrounding cars, not to mention the wide-eyed kids.
Turns out the bus was from the local middle school in the Westside district, where us four kids and some of her grandkids had gone. She told him what happened, and he said he hadn’t seen it but was sorry. He told her to call the Chief of Buses. The Chief of Buses told her to call someone else . . . who turns out to be in charge of that district’s youth mentoring program. And THAT person recognized Mom’s name right away, because Mom and some other family members have been faithful DONORS to the youth mentoring program.
You know: the program that matches up nice adults with errant, troubled or at risk kids, to befriend them and counsel them, and prevent the kind of discipline break-down that can lead a kid to throw a rock off a bus onto a little old lady’s sleek new car.
Instead of getting mad or demanding that the perp get the chair, Mom’s just going to send them more money with hopes that more kids can be reached.
She’s left with a dramatic story -- and fortunately, the damage is so slight she doesn’t have to get the hood repaired. The TEENAGE hood could use some repair, of course . . . and with the help of nice citizens like Mom, maybe he will.
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Prayer request: Father, we stand in the gap today for the unborn child of a 23-year-old woman, who is set to abort that child this coming Sunday. Lord God, You know how hard her life has been -- she was adopted, her biological mother will have nothing to do with her now, her adoptive mother has been married four times, and now her boyfriend has rejected her, too. Oh, Jesus, we just sigh with You, but plead for a double dose of Your Spirit to come over this young woman to comfort and encourage her, and turn her away from this horrible mistake. Send her help and grace. Open her eyes to this lovely psalm, and bring love for her child and peace into her heart. (Psalm 139:13-16)
Thursday, October 21, 2004
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