love and death
Love:
I was driving home on Monday from my Aunts' house from babysitting, and was detouring to my bank to pop in the cheque I got. I mindlessly took the wrong turn, however. I was pretty frusterated for the first few minutes because I had to drive all the way around West Oaks in order to turn around, and catch a red light. 5 minutes out of my way. But half way through I figured that perhaps God would use my mindless turn or something. So I get to the bank and do my deal at 4:53pm. Just in time! Walking out, it was 5:02, and they were closed. A lady was walking in but was not let in because it was after hours. She got kinda mad, and actually flipped off the woman. She'd driven all the way from the 8 Mile and Haggarty bank and couldn't find it there. I told her where it was for future referance, then asked if she could use the ATM to put her things in. She said it was stolen a year ago and she never got a new one. She said she didn't know where the one next to Farmer Jack was because it was open until 8pm. I didn't know where she meant at first, because the one on 10 Mile doesn't have our bank near it. But she told me it said near Commerce. I knew right where that was and even had a map to get there! (For some reason I've been saving all the directions to everywhere I've ever made... We just found out why.) It's my aunts area so I knew how to tell her to go and showed her. I told her traffic would be bad but she could do it, and gave her the map. VoÃla! If I'd made the correct turn, I would have missed her compleatly. (PS - she said sorry for the bird)
Death:
One of my dads bestest friends died yesterday of a heart attack - he's my dad's age, and they even went to school together. There's a group of 'em that went to school together that are still tight now, and he's one of them. His name was John Snyder. I feel so badly... And I'm worried for my dad. His mother just died and now John. They were just fishing together, he my dad and my brother, just a week and 1/2 ago! It's just so weird. If you all could hit up a prayer for my dad, that'd be great. I don't want him to be attacked...

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