I finally finished up everything I had to do with classes and errands and speed walked home through the rain. It was about 2:40pm. I walked in the door and once more went straight to my room and closed the door. I would have liked to crawl under the sheets and curl up in a ball, but with my pant legs still wet I jumped on top and grabbed my book. Once again, "The Neverending Story" was my companion on the road to satisfaction and restoration. I read and read and read, eventually curling up under my blankets when my pant legs dried. I was waiting for a friend to get a hold of me and repeatedly checked my phone but all was blessedly quiet and I focused in with all my might on the characters and plot line at hand. For three hours I read and laughed and gasped and felt with the story. When I finally couldn't take it anymore: I was too hungry and had to go to the bathroom too bad to stay in the same position any longer, I checked my phone, jumped up and ran to the bathroom. When I came back I picked up my phone and checked it again: four new messages. I was floored. I had a message from my mother who was in Maine and wanted me to know, a message from someone else whom I can't remember, and two messages from my friend that I was waiting to get a hold of me. He had apparently sent me one message at 2:50pm and another at approximately 3:32pm. I was amazed. If I had gotten those messages when they were sent I would not have been able to take a much needed Sabath and I would not feel as rejuvinated and okay as I did right then. I felt completely blessed that such an odd little miracle had befallen me.
I told the story to a few friends outside the cafeteria in the offices, and ate with some friends, and sang with some more friends and felt even more blessed. My evening has been planned out by someone other than myself and it was just what I needed.
10/12/11
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