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Life Happens For Me Like This

Mr. McDill is a young college student who also works at my school.
He is too busy to run down to headquarters and get a badge to let him in
For some weird reason, even on the days he is thirty or forty minutes early
When no one else can let him in I get a notion that I have to leave thirty minutes early

We meet at the front door, where he can never get into the school, but I always can
One time when we met I looked down and my badge was missing, so we were both locked out
I was looking at the high fence, knowing I could not climb it, and doubting he could.
There was one teacher in the building already. Her car was in the lot, but she was way in the back.

The fence kept us from her. I was wandering around wondering who would let us in.
We were both thirty minutes early, of course.  The door opened. It was one of my 4th graders.
Are you locked out, Mrs.K?  Good grief! What was he doing in here? Apparently his mother came early
And she had a badge. This is how life happens for me, and for Mr. McDill. Life is good!

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M. L. Kiser Date: 4/10/2019 6:46:00 PM Cute; it's a good thing he arrived. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/10/2019 10:57:00 PM We get there almost daily at the EXACT same time. It has to be a God-thing.

Rhona Mcferran Date: 4/10/2019 12:24:00 AM Love it when it works like that... ;) Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 4/10/2019 5:34:00 AM We arrive to work simultaneously like clock-work; it is the weirdest thing. Any times between 6:00 a.m. and 6:45; at almost EXACTLY the same time from two different directions. I think my spirit guides have adopted him.