For Patrick

 I've tossed these thoughts around in my head, wondering if I should even post about this. 

As you can see, here I am. I just can't let these thoughts slip away with this; Well GOD knows what happened. Nope I never want to forget the day. It was Tuesday Feb 17. We were walking to the bus stop. I don't have a car, and I am a care provider for a quadriplegic who doesn't have a car, but she rides Metro for free because of her disability and I as her care provider ride for free! It was a beautiful day! 

As we approached the bus stop, I could hear a man yelling. He was at the bus stop, and I don't know what he was yelling about nor whom he was yelling at. But as we got closer, we discovered that he wasn't yelling at anyone! As we walked closer, he said, "Don't worry about me, I'm just waiting for the bus." Oh... OK. So, we sat down and waited about 7 minutes and the bus arrived. My Lady made small talk, and it was nice. The man was quiet and polite.

But as the bus rolled on, the man started talking again, sometimes softly and sometimes pretty loud. I looked around at the other passengers, and no one was listening to him or talking with him. 

He was talking about how people live for their phones, he didn't have one. He talked about when your locked up, you're not allowed to have anything, not even a pencil or pen to write with, because it could be used as a weapon. He also talked about the inept health care for inmates. I didn't hear all of what he said but it made me feel very sad inside. So, I prayed about it. I so wished for him PEACE... And GOD told me to go speak it to him. WHAT!?!?!?! Me??? 

Oh not me... I am reclusive I stay away from people! It's my habit to mind my own business, don't get involved in other people's affairs! Just sit there and be quiet!

"If not you then who?" I heard... 

No, I could never do that! 

As the bus neared our stop I heard... 

Well? What are you going to do? 

Well, I'm certainly not going to get into someone else's business...

The breaks squealed and the bus came to a stop...

I don't know, it was strange... I got up and headed over to the man, I reached out and he put his hand in mine... "I wish for you to have PEACE." I spoke. He started to thank me for saying that... And my mouth opened up again... "Follow the right path and you'll be OK... You're going to be fine!" 

WHAT?? Did I say that?

I thought the man was going to cry... 

He started thanking me and telling me he appreciated me and his name was Patrick! 

"I'm Nancy" I said! As I turned and walked away. I waved until the bus left.

And here we are 3 days later, and I've not told anyone what happened. 

But GOD knows! And now, so do you!

Can we all pray for Patrick? 

The amazing part to me is that I discovered that I had more umph than I thought I did. And I Thank GOD for that! There's HOPE for a better future for Patrick! 

GOD Bless US, Everyone! 

In Jesus Christs name AMEN!