Skip to main content

Two Long Stories Made Short

Last night, I accelerated past 80 on the highway and my car started making a terrible noise. I was sweating, gripping the steering wheel and praying, Dear Jesus... So I took the next exit and pulled into a Save-On in Aldergrove. Called Wendy in a panic, then got out to take a look. I was afraid that it was my belt and I might be stranded halfway between places I don't really know. Thankfully, it was a plastic piece that could be easily duct-taped in place then removed by a mechanic. I celebrated for a moment! I noticed I locked my keys in the car. I have no CAA. So I panicked again. Then I called the friend I was trying to visit in Abbotsford. Her dad drove her (and his BCAA card) to come rescue me. No charge, no hassle. Just a little waiting.


Today, in the beautiful sunshine, I went for a walk along a creek. I was sitting on a bench watching the ducks and had a conversation with a man in a wheelchair. He spoke broken English, and I had little to say. Then he invited me to his house for lunch, and despite my inital refusal, I went. His wife cooked me food and told me to come again anytime. I met his daughter-in-law and grand-daughter. She sent me away with another meal's worth of food, hugged me, and said, "You are like my daughter." He came with me all the way back to where I am staying, clarified twice that I had their phone number, and kissed my hand.

Comments

MLW said…
What an awesome God we serve! I wonder what will be your next adventure! What a door of opportunity He has opened for you!
Laura J said…
I'm sorry you had a scary moment with your car. I hate that, especially when I'm alone. I love the story about the old man. It's awesome. It made my insides all gushy.
Winglet said…
that's awesome. (The old man story) The first one was a bummer...but it's stuff like that that makes life awesome also :)
Beth said…
winglet - you still read my blog!?!? how do you have time for that?
paulman said…
What in the world?! That last story is remarkable.

Popular posts from this blog

Fostering FAQ: How Can You Say Goodbye?

It seems I finally have something(s) to say... Here's the first in a short (or maybe long?) series on Fostering FAQs. If you've got a question to add, feel free to comment/email/text/message me and maybe the next post will be in response.

--

8:30 am on Day 4 of parenting. I woke up in a panic two hours ago because I remembered that there is a baby and I am responsible for her (at least at 6:30am, when the man beside me will snore through anything). Now, I have put on clothes and eaten breakfast. The dogs are walked, there is a loaf of banana bread in the oven. My tea is steeping. Most importantly, Dream Baby is already down for her first nap.

Despite my morning efficiency, I'm already beginning to see that even with the happiest, most easygoing, and smiliest baby, like we somehow managed to be given, parenting is a grind. On Friday night, I couldn't join friends for $5 pints at a local joint. Instead, I blearily washed the same 8 bottles again, and then made another ba…

Fostering FAQ: How Long Will She Stay/Will You Adopt Her?

Our first foster baby came with about 18 hours notice; it was respite care, which means we had him for a few days while his regular foster family had a break/dealt with a family emergency. He stayed 3 nights, long enough to come to church and have a dozen people cooing over his little sleeping cheeks.  With each new visitor to our quiet corner, I explained again that he would be going back to his foster family the next day.

Barely a week later, we got a 9am phone call with a fostering request and by the same afternoon, we were snuggling her. This time, we had her for 4 days before church came around. Again, our community was keen to see the little one we had in tow. Again, the question, "How long will she stay?" And this time, "Are you going to adopt her?"

--

Here in Toronto, when a child is placed in foster care, it is always for an indefinite length of time. It depends on the parents' situation, and whether they are able to make a safe home environment for th…

What About Travis!?

I just watched Hope Floats, the second movie in my I-really-need-to-vegetate night. Now that we have more than three channels, there are so many quality programs on TV! Like movies in the middle of the week. I enjoyed many of the lines in this movie, including:

"I went home and told my mama you had a seizure in my mouth."
(referring to her first french-kissing experience)

"Dancing's just a conversation between two people. Talk to me."
(the conversation in our living room then went,
Girl 1: Only Harry Connick Jr. could say that line without it being incredibly cheezy.
Boy: Without it being cheezy? That's all I heard. Cheez, cheez, cheez.
Girl 2: Yeah, but it was sexy, sexy cheez...sigh.)
"Better do what she says, Travis. Grandma stuffs little dogs."

Bernice: At home we had a pet skunk. Mama used to call it Justin Matisse. Do you think that's just a coincidence? All day long she would scream, "You stink Justin Matisse!" Then one day she just…