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When I was a young mother a voice in my head told me I had to take a library book back.
That minute.
It was an urgent voice, an urgent feeling.
I did not want to, but the voice would not leave me alone.
When I reached the library there were 17 scared young teenage girls from out of town, who were lost. They had walked away from the mall where their buses and chaperones were, and then it got dark, and none of them remembered which direction they had come from.
I was a woman alone, so they were not afraid to get in the car with me,
and I was driving the biggest station wagon ever invented, so they all fit.
I drove them back to the mall where some worried chaperons and an empty
bus was waiting.
I honked the horn all the way up that driveway.
Joy all around, thanks to spirit.
I was way too tired to listen, but spirit will keep insisting until the only thing
you can do is listen. That was 36 years ago, and I still smile when I think of it.