Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Sometimes God Shouts

***contributed by Sharon. This story began as a post on the Booze Free Brigade, a forum open to anyone and full of wisdom, sharing, and laughs. Stop by sometime.

You know how sometimes God shouts and other times he whispers? Well, last night about 2 glasses of wine into the night, I’m standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes and through my kitchen window, in the darkness, I see twinkling lights out on the road. The kids all start yelling.

There was a policeman up on the road. It appears he had pulled someone over in my very quiet, small development, right in front of my house. I had a bird's eye view of the whole deal. Like watching COPS in my kitchen window.
I watched the poor old lady step out of her car as another police car came onto the scene. She seemed fine. Standing there, speaking to the cop. It was hard to see with the steam from my dishes and because it was dark outside and light inside but the whole family was giving a blow-by-blow from the other room. Needless to say, the old lady was put into one of the cruisers. Her car was later towed.
I called my very sweet, very old (80 years old) neighbor across the street to see if she was okay because my husband got the impression it was her friend being arrested. It turns out my neighbor's friend (who was also pretty old) was driving over to pick up my neighbor for dinner. A good Samaritan saw my neighbor's friend weaving on the road and followed her to our development.

The good Samaritan confronted the weaving driver. My neighbor came out of her house, saw her dear friend had been drinking and said, "No problem. I'll drive to dinner."

She went back into her house, pulled her car out of the driveway and onto the street only to be confronted by a cop car coming down the street. It turns out the good Samaritan didn't care that the old lady wasn’t behind the wheel anymore or who was going to drive to dinner, he’d seen the old lady weaving and so he called the police anyway. The old lady was busted.
I'm drinking my wine, doing my dishes and thinking the whole time, "Okay, God, I get it. You couldn't have laid it out any clearer." Right in front of my house, right out my window. I couldn't have turned my head away if I had wanted to.

That is me, 40 years from now, if I don't get my act together. Some poor old lady still drinking her days away only to be busted on a cold, autumn Sunday night.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for this post, Sharon. I can relate.