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 A woman was getting a pie ready to put into the oven when the phone
rang. 
It
was the school nurse:  Her son had some down with a high fever and would
she
come and take him home?
   
 The mother calculated how long it would take to drive to school and
back, 
and
how long the pie should bake, and concluded there was enough time.
Popping 
the
pie in the oven, she left for school.  When she arrived, her son's fever
was
worse and the nurse urged her to take him to the doctor.
   
 Seeing her son like that - his face flushed, his body trembling and 
dripping
with perspiration - frayed her, and she drove to the clinic as fast as
she
dared.  She was frayed a bit more waiting for the doctor to emerge from
the
examining room, which he was doing now, walking toward her with a slip of
paper in his hand.
   
 "Get him to bed," he told her, handing her the prescription, "and start
him
on this right away."
   
 By the time she got the boy home and in bed and headed out again for the
shopping mall, she was not only frayed, but frazzled and frantic as well.
 
And
she had forgotten  about the pie in the oven.  At the mall she found a
pharmacy, got the prescription filled and rushed back to the car. Which
was
locked.
   
 Yes, there were her keys, hanging in the ignition switch, locked inside
the
car.  She ran back into the mall, found a phone and called home.  When
her 
son
finally answered, she blurted out, "I've locked the keys inside the car!"
   
 The boy was barely able to speak.  In a hoarse voice he whispered, "Get
a
wire coat hanger, Mom.  You can get in with that."  The phone went dead.
   
 She began searching the mall for a wire coat hanger - which turned out
not 
to
be easy.  Wooden hangers and plastic hangers were there in abundance, but
shops didn't use wire hangers anymore.  After combing through a dozen 
stores,
she found one that was behind the times just enough to use wire hangers.
   
 Hurrying out of the mall, she allowed herself a smile of relief.  As she

was
about to step off the curb, she halted.  She stared at the wire coat
hanger.
   
 "I don't know what to do with this!"
   
 Then she remembered the pie in the oven.  All the frustrations of the
past
hour collapsed on her and she began crying.  Then she prayed.  "Dear
Lord, 
my
boy is sick and he needs this medicine and my pie is in the oven and the 
keys
are locked in the car and, Lord, I don't know what to do with this coat
hanger.  Dear Lord, send somebody who does know what do with it, and I 
really
need that person NOW, Lord.  Amen."
   
 She was wiping her eyes when a beat-up older car pulled up to the curb
and
stopped in front of her.  A young man, twentyish-looking, in a t-shirt
and
ragged jeans, got out.  The first thing she noticed about him was the
long,
stringy hair, and then the beard that hid everything south of his nose. 
He
was coming her way.  When he drew near she stepped in front of him and
held
out the wire coat hanger.  "Young man," she said, "do you know how to get

into
a locked car with one of these?"
  
 He gaped at her for a moment, then plucked the hanger from her hand.
"Where's the car."
  
 Telling the story, she said she had never seen anything like it - it was
simply amazing how easily he got into her car.  A quick look at the door
and
window, a couple of twists of the coat hanger and bam!  Just like that,
the
door was open.
   
 When she saw the door open she threw her arms around him.  "Oh," she
said,
"the Lord sent you!  You're such a good boy.  You must be a Christian."
   
 He stepped back and said, "No ma'am, I'm not a Christian, and I'm not a 
good
boy.  I just got out of prison yesterday."
   
 She jumped at him and she hugged him again - fiercely.  "Bless God!" she
cried. "He sent me a professional!" 
  >>

Have a great day ... 
How is my perspective?
Coach



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