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Close to Nowhere
By Linda Jones
This and that about this and that
• This and that... was the late Gale
Denley’s favorite headline. Since I often have to think of headlines, I
can understand that perfectly. I tend to be sarcastic and Barry just
won’t let me use some things. Oh well.
• Remy brought home the cold symptoms
this time. She’s sniffled and complained a couple weeks now and
actually stayed kinda still for several days with our latest round of
cold symptoms.
I’ve been listening to an audio book by
Stephen King, “The Stand,” which is described as a “dark view of
Christianity and good and evil.” It’s also about an apocalyptic strain
of flu, which kills most of the world’s population.
Listening to that book while coughing
and hacking made me a little uncomfortable, I have to admit.
• Front page story last week about the
bridge over the Tallahatchie River being rebuilt struck several nerves.
It also brought to mind one of the
scariest times I’ve ever had in a car (and probably out of a car).
Meredith, then a 3- or-4-year-old and I
were tootling off to Oxford. There was some sort of traffic jam ahead,
so I slowed and eventually had to stop. I was over the swamp, on the
concrete part of the bridge, high in the air when I realized the bridge
was shuddering.
Mere thought it was great fun. I am
terrified of heights and was on the verge of out and out panic when I
discovered why the bridge was shaking. A semi was pulling a long
trailer loaded with some sort of crane. Every strut that crane passed
under, the top part of the crane tore the underside of the strut.
Literally. There were horrible gashes in every strut — some were split
entirely apart.
I hit full-fledged panic then! Called a
friend and she advised the Lord’s Prayer repeatedly. That probably
didn’t help the situation much, but I was able to calm down somewhat.
Eventually the semi was completely
across the bridge and traffic was moving again. As I passed the
pulled-over truck, several highway patrolmen were approaching the
driver. One was completely red in the face, pointing his finger and
shaking it at the driver. And I’m pretty sure he was shouting at him.
I didn’t realize it for a while, but
God did answer that particular bout of urgent, terrified prayer.
He used several highway patrolmen and
let me see them so I’d know there would be retribution!
I’d bet highway patrolmen are often the
answer to really scared prayers!
Thank God for them.
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