So today, at my sister’s instance, I went to a spinning class. All I can say about the class is: can you spell torture? And can you spell bloody freaking torture?
I’m totally going again.
Anyways, after I left the gym, I discovered that a torrential downpour had started. I’d heard it was supposed to rain heavily all day long but it slipped my mind completely. I’m useless when I have to wake up before 10 am.
So I was standing there, without an umbrella and in a coat that is not supposed to get wet. It isn’t fur, but it still shouldn’t get wet. As I was preparing for a mad dash towards the bus stop (which is located about half a mile away), a car stopped and a kindly driver offered to drive me where I needed.
Of course, the driver turned out to be a minister. Here in Southern Illinois, you meet two ministers for every non-minister. Which is just as well because ministers have no choice but help people.
The minister who rescued me and drove me home told me that God shows her things. For instance, God showed her that I was going to school and soon I would get the kind of a raise that will keep me at school forever. To me, this sounds like I’m getting tenure.
This is not the first time I got rescued by a driver. I still need to share the story of my being snowed in and rescued by several nice people in Detroit. When I get my license, I will totally be on the lookout for people to rescue on the road.