Senior Driver

By some weird twist of fate, I ended up living around the best neighbors in the world. Me, who never thought I'd find a place I could truly call, Home.

One of those neighbors is an extremely funny, irreverent, intelligent, sweet, genuinely kind person. I call her BB. She's a Florida senior herself. One of the Good Ones, folks. You have no idea what you're missing not knowing her. Oh, the stories she has to tell!

She doesn't drive a car any more. A golf cart instead. Sometimes when I go visit, she takes me back home in it. This is Important! when I can't make the 75 yards or so on my own. She lives sort of kitty-corner to me.

BB's an internet surfer and puzzle freak. She catches herself up at 3am still playing. And she's got a talent for those funny emails and photos and such that people like to send around. Miss Popularity there gets 30 or 50 emails a day, too. Handles her correspondence like a pro. Not bad for an 81-year-old. (Or for a 48-year-old either.)

I asked her to see if she could source these emails for me so I could credit the originator and post them. We can't always get that info. That's what happened on this one. But it made me laugh so I'm posting it anyway. Here: *Thank You, Author, Whoever You Are!*

I mean, really. It is SO Florida.

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The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a "Honk if you love Jesus" bumper sticker.

I was feeling particularly sassy that day, because I had just come from a thrilling choir practice followed by a powerful prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is, and I didn't notice that the light had changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus; because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed.

I found that LOTS of people love Jesus. Why, while I was sitting there, the nice man behind started honking like crazy, and he leaned out of his window and screamed, "for the love of God, GO! GO!" What an exuberant cheerleader he was for the Lord. Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people.

I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love. There must have been a man from Florida back there, because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.

I saw another man waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. When I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant, he said that it was a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.

Well, I've never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back.

My grandson burst out laughing; why, even he was enjoying this religious experience.

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.

I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.

So I waved to all my sisters and brothers, smiled at them all, and drove on through the intersection.

I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again, and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window, and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!