Friday, November 17, 2006

Sunday Scribbling #34: Hero

At first I wasn't going to do this week's Sunday Scribblings, because I didn't think I had anything to add that someone else hasn't already expressed. But then I remembered I have this little story to tell. It has both a Hero and a heroine. It's called

Has Anyone Seen My Brain?
Nearly two weeks ago, on November 7th, Katya and I spent nearly the whole morning shopping in town. When we got back to W. I stopped at the city hall to vote before going home. As I readied to get out of the car, I looked around to grab my purse. It was nowhere to be seen. I got out to look in the backseat as sometimes I leave it there when I put Katya in her carseat. Nothing. I opened all the doors as my futile search grew more frantic. Then I knew that my sinking suspicions were correct--I had left my purse in the shopping cart at Lowe's. A half-hour's drive away.
All I could think about was that I had to get back to Lowe's as quickly as possible. No cell phone, my house keys were in the purse too. I was also nearly out of gas and I knew that if my purse was gone, I would be stranded with no access to money for a fill-up.
I only sped a tiny bit as I drove out of W. The police are notorious here for generating city income through tickets. Once I reached the highway I went as fast as I dared. I had horrible visions of a future life fighting identity theft and impossible debt. I couldn't even remember clearly which credit cards were in this purse. I prayed hard. "Please, God, please, please, please don't let someone bad find my purse!"
I pulled into the parking lot, finally, parked next to the shopping cart return. No purse.
As I got out of the car, I saw a lady standing next to her SUV with the passenger door open, a little child sitting in the front seat. She was studying my open wallet. I knew immediately she was a nice person.
As I hurried toward her she asked "Are you Rena?"
When I answered in the affirmative, she said "I was just about to call you!"
I could have fallen to my knees and kissed her shoes. All's well that ends well.
Katya was a trooper and was only a bit fussy over the freaked out mama and the extra hour of driving.
So on behalf of my little disappearing brain I would like to thank my Ever-Present-Help-In-Times-Of-Trouble-Wonderful Hero God, and Kind-Unknown-Lady heroine for your help.
Since then I have known where my purse is at all times.


~Michelle~ said...

Thank you for sharing your heart-warming Blessing.

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

Oh My.. Mommy brain strikes again! I cannot believe how different your pursestory is than mine... Twin Falls is great and you can usually count on good people there!
Glad you got it back!!