* Dear Friends,
It was a quick trip to the grocery. Saturday. On the way home, at a red light on P Street, I heard above Rosa’s head (and mine) sounds like birds cracking nuts while flying. In a second, a shower of shards bounced off the roof over my head and my poor car Rosa shuddered. Then, I think, the light turned green. But I couldn’t go anywhere because a large piece of tree had crashed down on us. (In dry weather they're brittle.) Shocking to suddenly have a tree on your head. At least, that is what Rosa told me. But this is where the good part happens:
I love how people come from nowhere just when you need them.
Before I even got out of the car, a man and a woman ran from the apartment building on the corner and lugged the tree off my car, dragged it to the curb, and then solicitously questioned me. Was I OK? Was my car OK?
And just as fast, a car rolled up beside Rosa. The window went down. It was Jeremy from our building. He must have seen the whole thing from a block behind us. He stopped his car in the middle of the street and persistently questioned me. He would not go until he was sure I was OK, and that Rosa was also fine.
I didn’t have a second to feel alone. So I believe in angels and sometimes I even know their names.
And just as fast, a car rolled up beside Rosa. The window went down. It was Jeremy from our building. He must have seen the whole thing from a block behind us. He stopped his car in the middle of the street and persistently questioned me. He would not go until he was sure I was OK, and that Rosa was also fine.
I didn’t have a second to feel alone. So I believe in angels and sometimes I even know their names.
Love,
k
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