Competency?
(or Twila's Travel by Trolley)
I set out to do some chores,
one of which was some grocery shopping.
Before getting out of the car,
I decided my wallet would be sufficient
and I left my shoulder pack on the seat, awaiting my return.
Alas! The car door closed and I had a sudden awareness
that my keys were tucked in the pocket of my pack.
It would be pointless to do my grocery shopping,
having no where to put them when I was finished,
so I set out to find a phone book.
I'd recently learned the name of a neighbor, but they had no number listed.
My husband's cell number, on speed dial in my cell phone,
was one I hadn't learned.
He was at work ~ and didn't need to be bothered by my current crisis.
I sat down to think, and wished I'd put on the sweater I'd brought with me
before I'd exited the car.
I'd seen the interurban (between Goshen and Elkhart) trolley
drive through this area before
so I asked the greeter in the store about it's schedule.
It wasn't, of course, her job to know that.
So I waited until one arrived.
But it was going to Elkhart.
Then another arrived and was going my way.
I boarded and deposited my dollar.
When the driver asked where I was going,
I was glad I'd looked at the route
and saw a stop at 15th Street and College Avenue,
within an easy walking distance to our house,
so I gave him those street names.
I sat on the bus and thought ~
going to the house wouldn't help because I couldn't get in,
going to my husband's office at the college
would mean I couldn't solve this on my own,
I couldn't ask him for my other car key and leave
to get the trolley back to the store
without him wondering what had happened
(that wasn't fair!)...
The trolley was about to turn onto College Avenue.
A decision was imperative if I didn't want to walk back to the college.
"May I get off here?" I asked..."If you'd like," was the response.
Decision made. I would soon be in his office, relating my story.
To my knock at the door, a friendly "come in."
A surprised look....the story followed.
Then, "Did you forget the key that is hidden?"
Of course I did!
Twila Charles Leichty
18. October 2008
(or Twila's Travel by Trolley)
I set out to do some chores,
one of which was some grocery shopping.
Before getting out of the car,
I decided my wallet would be sufficient
and I left my shoulder pack on the seat, awaiting my return.
Alas! The car door closed and I had a sudden awareness
that my keys were tucked in the pocket of my pack.
It would be pointless to do my grocery shopping,
having no where to put them when I was finished,
so I set out to find a phone book.
I'd recently learned the name of a neighbor, but they had no number listed.
My husband's cell number, on speed dial in my cell phone,
was one I hadn't learned.
He was at work ~ and didn't need to be bothered by my current crisis.
I sat down to think, and wished I'd put on the sweater I'd brought with me
before I'd exited the car.
I'd seen the interurban (between Goshen and Elkhart) trolley
drive through this area before
so I asked the greeter in the store about it's schedule.
It wasn't, of course, her job to know that.
So I waited until one arrived.
But it was going to Elkhart.
Then another arrived and was going my way.
I boarded and deposited my dollar.
When the driver asked where I was going,
I was glad I'd looked at the route
and saw a stop at 15th Street and College Avenue,
within an easy walking distance to our house,
so I gave him those street names.
I sat on the bus and thought ~
going to the house wouldn't help because I couldn't get in,
going to my husband's office at the college
would mean I couldn't solve this on my own,
I couldn't ask him for my other car key and leave
to get the trolley back to the store
without him wondering what had happened
(that wasn't fair!)...
The trolley was about to turn onto College Avenue.
A decision was imperative if I didn't want to walk back to the college.
"May I get off here?" I asked..."If you'd like," was the response.
Decision made. I would soon be in his office, relating my story.
To my knock at the door, a friendly "come in."
A surprised look....the story followed.
Then, "Did you forget the key that is hidden?"
Of course I did!
Twila Charles Leichty
18. October 2008
1 comment:
It seems as though we try so hard to fix things on our own.
I will run in circles trying everything I can think of, not wanting to burden a friend and forgetting to ask God for help until every possibility has been exhausted and I am desperate. It is usually only then that I remember that God is there just waiting for me to "ask" so that He can provide for me, from the depths of His eternal store house, "above what I ask or think". Why do I forget that He, has a thousand ways to provide for me, of which I know nothing? Is it pride that keeps me from asking for help? Perhaps! Or maybe I still haven't learned, that of "my self I can do nothing."
Keep on writing - I enjoy your thoughts. Ikwa'chi
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