Spiritual Guidance Works for Crazy People
What a day last Thursday was. With two big projects about to launch and the normal work load to attend to the day was like a walk in the Gobi desert – long, hard and brutal. 
I found myself going south on a street to get to the freeway to go north.
I was talking to my friend, Holly, and commented, “I must be crazy. I’m going south to get on the freeway, when I should be going north to do so.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I came upon the accident – a white Honda and a pedestrian in the road. It just happened.
The older couple from the car were jabbering in Spanish and very upset. Obviously English was not their native language, they were distraught and having trouble dealing with the situation.
I checked with the woman lying on the pavement to determine her condition. She was conscious and did not seem seriously hurt. I got a coat to cover her, reassured the couple that things would be fine and called 911.
After giving the details to the dispatcher, I noticed the struck pedestrian was sitting up, so I took a foam mat from the back of my Jeep and offered it to her so she could get up off the cold pavement. She could not remember her husband’s cell number, so we left a message on the home phone and I then asked her for the name of a friend that might have her husband’s cell number.
By this time the paramedics had arrived. They ascertained that her condition did not seem serious and loaded her into the ambulance for transport. I managed to contact the family friend and got a message relayed to the husband.
As I continued south to get on the freeway going north I was pondering – am I crazy or am I guided? I suppose I’m a little of each.
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