God Used Books to Save My Life—in more ways than one!!! Ouch, I feel like I’ve been hit by a School Bus—Because I was!

Hit by a School Bus      So, on my way home from a meeting at my church, I stopped at DSW to purchase a pair of purple pumps to wear to an upcoming event dedicated to Domestic Violence Awareness Month (I had a pretty good DSW coupon, BTW). The Life Journeys Writers Club, Inc. (LJWC) hosted a Relationship Forum/Book Launch for one of its authors. Though all that is dear to my heart, it’s no longer the new news!

     My new news is the week-long revelation and renewed thankfulness for still being above ground living in my passion for the Literary Arts—whether or not all I can do is sit, think and revel in it!

I was on my way home, that afternoon, when a school bus crashed into the back of my car. The impact knocked me out of my shoes, and sent me off the road into a farmer’s crop of something (sorry, I was a NYC kid), trying to avoid oncoming traffic. Reportedly, heard-tell, the Medley Mobile will not survive the crash. However, Charles County’s Finest—EMTs, The Fire Department and The Sheriff’s Department are the best!!!!

And so, last Thursday, I was comforted by those around me, and transported by ambulance to the hospital. This Thursday, I’m here, reaching out to you. That’s a Blessing, and another chance to be wholly focused on what I love doing—writing and encouraging others to do the same! It’s about safe and effective, validating and lasting, and empowering Literary Creative Expression!

[This is just speculation/my opinion as well as the shared opinions of a few others; and if it helps others to rethink deceiving opportunities to drive and multi-task, well then, okay!] It’s allegedly suspected that the bus driver might have been…

Hey Writers—Books Can Save Lives! The Sheriff commented that my book crate (also a casualty) probably kept my trunk from landing in the front seat. The trunk did, however, travel to the back seat And thank God that the LJWC Banner survived. I didn’t find that out until a day or two later when my husband found the vehicle cemetery housing our car’s cadaver.  But, God is good—I have a second book crate at home.

Heartfelt, I thank God because all that could have happened did not happen (such as the loss of life) to anyone in the vicinity of the crash.

Well, darn it, though (a.k.a. $#&^$@#), I will not be wearing my purple pumps for a while, yet, they do look nice in my closet. Oh, and, I’ve been given a second chance for donning, too.

Rock on, Domestic Violence Awareness Month—You, and me (of course, I humbly include myself, heavily adorned in respect due to the dire need for DVA) are still needed in this world to make a difference!  What about YOU!

Remember: Life is Precious — Exercising your Passion, in the Tangible, is Promised to no one. So The Time Is Now!

www.prisonplumbline.com // www.lifejourneyswritersclub.com

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Ode to Ice — A Snow Day means A Write Day, Right?

 My Ode to the last time it Snowed

Being proactive, I tried to get ahead of the snow by effecting an early grocery-store run (Mr. snow wasn’t due ‘til that afternoonImage-ish).

Well, I was starving, so I got on my way—on dry land—and having arrived, I perused the aisles a tad too long.

On my way home, I discovered, too late, that I was descending a snowy hill much too fast. (“Ahhh, %&^*&*^#, I said.”) 

When I pumped the brakes, the Cosmos laughed. 

The curve went right. My car went a swirly left—like it wanted to dance (like Beyoncé).

It headed for a ditch—and a hill of rusty trees.

Those who know where I live will understand how in the midst of my scream, my mind went, well, I guess I’m gonna be here for a while.

In fact, perhaps, this is the last place I’m gonna be!

(At least I had groceries, and candy bars, to satisfy a dying sweet tooth.)

But God is good—even to the stupid and famished. 

The car hit the ditch—and then the hill—with such a funny-ish force—

that it boomeranged right back onto the street again!

And then it stopped! 

Upon which, I had time to thank God, check to see if my candy bars were okay,

and entertain the thought of driving REALLY slowly for the rest of my journey home—above ground.

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(Mannnn, this is good! I’m puttin’ this in a Chapter! A Snow Day means A Write Day! Right?)