Please welcome Se'Lah from NECESSARY ROOM, I've invited her to drop by with a guest post. I hope you enjoy it because I did. I think we've all had moments like this and can identify.
i could have seen the homeless drug addict
with the lasting remnants of a life gone by
wrapped tightly in her Vera Wang overnight bag
but i saw the survivor seeking out change
and i prayed for her.
I often ponder about who gets paid to design traffic. I was driving down this road one day, in no particular rush when I came upon a sign that said "toll booth ahead". Nothing more, just toll booth ahead. So I stayed in my left hand lane and drove up to the booth, with my 75 cents in hand. I waited patiently in line and when I finally got there, there was no one inside the booth. (dem people ya lazy). I look around. No sight of a toll booth collector in the lanes surrounding me. At this point, I can only breathe and look up to reason with JAH.
When out of the beautiful blue sky appeared the sign, "EZ Pass only".
There's no way to get over to the Cash lanes, whose signs are now prominently displayed above the booths. I can't back up. These people trying to give me a ticket. So, I drive through knowing their camera will take my vehicle's plate and I carefully but determinedly drove over to the administrative building next to this rip off of a toll booth. No one there would take my money. The toll is 75 cents. I am trying to pay them 75 cents. What is wrong with this picture? I breathe deeply again. Obviously common sense has completely escaped this bunch so I climbed in my car and drove away. I prayed for them and I wondered how much this ticket for a 75 cents toll was gonna cost me. sigh...then, I let it go.
About a month later, the ticket arrived in the mail. I opened it unhappily, glanced over it with the eyes of a legal eagle, and was really confused when I saw that the ticket was for 75 cents. Yes. 75 cents. Somewhere, someone cut down a majestic tree to make paper to generated this bill. Valuable time was spent stuffing this bill in an envelope. A 44 cents stamp was placed on this envelope. And, that envelope was mailed to me carefully delivering a 75 cent ticket. Exhale. I could have seen only what common sense can cure but I choose to be thankful for their honesty.
JAH loves me.
and so I pass it on to you.
*Give thanks to Chris, for allowing me to play in your room ;). Breathe consciously in the present moment. What a wonderful moment! Se'lah.