Sunday, August 9, 2009
Rickshaw Rides
So the other day I was meeting Su at the home. She had gone with me plenty of times and showed me how to get there. I had set my landmarks, and knew what to tell the rickshaw driver....(Aggi right, fire brigade) turn right at the fire station when we get to this certain point...well i hop in the rick, give him the location...ten minutes into the drive i realize i had forgotten to say Curla Road. Meaning take Curla road, which is the way I knew how to go. So i'm sitting there thinking...ok how am i going to find this place. Cause my landmarks now were out the window. So i say my prayers...and sit back knowing that worrying about it wouldn't help. I didn't have a cell phone to call Su cause it had died and I was certain that I would eventually have to turn around and go back home. Traffic in Mumbai is really bad, and it takes forever to get anywhere, so going home and starting over wasn't an option. Well, I started to recognize things. We were just down the street from the home. I got there no problem. God is taking care of me!
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Good job Wendy...You've got your own G.P.S...God. Prayer. Spunk.
Plus dad's genes (which are from God, of course). Patrick and I were just discussing how so many of our traits from mom and dad are divided evenly between the 4 of us like how you and me have dad's sense of direction. Not that Rob and Kris are as bad as mom, but you all know what I mean. No offense Rob and Kris. It's just the way it is. I'm willing to own up to having dad's nose and toes so you should be able to handle the fact that you get lost. Love to you all.
Praise God and your G.P.S.! ;) Miss you.
Love your former stalker roomie.
you always were good with directions!! Who knows where I would have ended up.
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