Friday, August 7, 2020

BAM!

     A regular customer of mine came in this morning hobbling on crutches. His foot was in the healing stages after having been pinned and stitched back together. He was in good spirits, but if he had not been such an accomplished driver, I may have never seen him again after his harrowing mishap. He was coming home from Melbourne on his motorcycle on a dark, country road late at night. He was riding 80 MPH. He maneuvered a curve and BAM! A wild boar ran into the side of his bike. If you have seen a grown, wild, Florida boar, you know it was as if he hit a bolder running on legs. Thankfully, his story ended well.

     I felt that BAM! myself a few years ago when I hit a deer, or I should say, a deer hit me on Narcoossee Road early on a Saturday morning. I, also, felt it in the middle of the night on election night 2016. For some reason, I woke up sometime after 2:00 AM. I had watched the election as late as I thought I should since I had to get up for work quite early the next day. I felt an immediate desire to turn on the television and see what had happened while I slept. I got out of bed, and the computer screen on my desk in the bedroom flashed brightly for some reason and then went off. It cast an eerie feeling over me, and I hurried to the living room to turn on the television. The results were in and BAM!; I immediately felt ill.

     Donald Trump is in his final year, and I say that because I believe with all my heart Americans have had enough of his crassness,  his cruelness and his total lack of knowledge toward the hardest job in the world. I believe we will turn out in droves to vote him out, and I believe we will heal from this superlative mess he has spoken over us. We will come out stronger and wiser than ever because good rises up out of chaos and BAM!; we WILL be on the path to recovery! Thankfully, our story will end well.

Peace. Love, Linda

On the Path to Recovery



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