I took the morning off from church for an attitude adjustment. And much needed sleep. I'm glad I did. I think I saved a lady and her little girl's life. Or shall I say God intervened and whispered, "Look to your left".
I stopped at Starbucks for some prayer, journaling and bible study. Then I headed out to catch the bus to Jantzen Beach where my daughter, son-in-law and Baby Gracie would be picking me up for an afternoon of bowling.
I was waiting at the intersection when I detected movement on my left. I glanced over in time to see a distraught looking young woman, frantically waving at the bus across the street. The light was about to change. The driver did not see her. She had a little girl - maybe 2 years old - in a stroller. She appeared to be on the verge of stepping into the street. I saw that the bus was poised to enter traffic. My heart lurched.
I put my arm out and calmly said, "He doesn't see you".
I felt like time suddenly stood still. I watched in amazement as the bus, already in the crosswalk, stopped. The light had turned yellow.
"Wow! Thank God! He has stopped!" I smiled at the young mother.
She smiled back and exhaled loudly.
"Thank God", she echoed.
Yet again she began to step off the curb
"Not yet", I cautioned, pointing to the cars turning left. "This is a dangerous intersection", I told her as we watched a car speed through the light as it changed to red. At last, the "walk" sign came on. She raced to her bus.
And I thanked God. I have learned to recognize God moments.
But later, at the bowling alley, I had what I can only describe as a Samurai moment in the second game.
I started out in the first game as usual. My average game is about 70 points. A few gutter balls is to be expected.
But something happened in the second game. I bowled four strikes in a row and then another strike near the last frame.
Here is proof:
It was surreal. I was definitely in my zone. I got many high fives from the other players. After my third strike, my daughter told me I had to do the "turkey dance".
I did.
After my fourth strike, my son-in-law told me to moonwalk.
I did.
The third game I started out with my usual gutter ball. My time in the sun was over.
Luckily I had my granddaughter to raise my spirits!
And the memory of my Samurai bowling experience!
Nothing like 4 strikes in a row to convince myself that bowling can be fun!
On that note, I wish you a lovely evening evening.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 284!
I stopped at Starbucks for some prayer, journaling and bible study. Then I headed out to catch the bus to Jantzen Beach where my daughter, son-in-law and Baby Gracie would be picking me up for an afternoon of bowling.
I was waiting at the intersection when I detected movement on my left. I glanced over in time to see a distraught looking young woman, frantically waving at the bus across the street. The light was about to change. The driver did not see her. She had a little girl - maybe 2 years old - in a stroller. She appeared to be on the verge of stepping into the street. I saw that the bus was poised to enter traffic. My heart lurched.
I put my arm out and calmly said, "He doesn't see you".
I felt like time suddenly stood still. I watched in amazement as the bus, already in the crosswalk, stopped. The light had turned yellow.
"Wow! Thank God! He has stopped!" I smiled at the young mother.
She smiled back and exhaled loudly.
"Thank God", she echoed.
Yet again she began to step off the curb
"Not yet", I cautioned, pointing to the cars turning left. "This is a dangerous intersection", I told her as we watched a car speed through the light as it changed to red. At last, the "walk" sign came on. She raced to her bus.
And I thanked God. I have learned to recognize God moments.
But later, at the bowling alley, I had what I can only describe as a Samurai moment in the second game.
I started out in the first game as usual. My average game is about 70 points. A few gutter balls is to be expected.
But something happened in the second game. I bowled four strikes in a row and then another strike near the last frame.
Here is proof:
It was surreal. I was definitely in my zone. I got many high fives from the other players. After my third strike, my daughter told me I had to do the "turkey dance".
I did.
After my fourth strike, my son-in-law told me to moonwalk.
I did.
The third game I started out with my usual gutter ball. My time in the sun was over.
Luckily I had my granddaughter to raise my spirits!
And the memory of my Samurai bowling experience!
Nothing like 4 strikes in a row to convince myself that bowling can be fun!
On that note, I wish you a lovely evening evening.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 284!
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