Judy with new books at book party May 21, 2017.
Photo by Johnsie Tipton.
Those Eternally Linked Lives 23 August 6, 2017
Banishing fear has
become a habit. Every time I outwit other
people’s worries, I stand taller in my own
view. All it takes is courage, helping those
who let me, and taking in gratefully those
loving hands that give me a reason
to stay alive. –Those Eternally Linked Lives 18
I do keep staying alive. I could have died
on Monday. Instead I fell as I raced
across the road to avoid a speeding car.
She wasn’t looking, she said. She stopped,
pulled me off the road, called nine-one-one.
Other cars stopped, including a sheriff’s
deputy. Then the fire department and
two ambulances. I recognized the voices
of David and Jerry. Claudia came up.
I asked her to put Wag behind the fence.
Later she came back to pray with me.
The phone kept ringing even during the
prayer. I did hit my head. A scalp wound
bled. John Bonitz called. Was I okay?
He heard a car hit me. No, I fell, but
she could have. I’m okay. Sheila called
to say she and Rhonda were coming
over. Then John and Wayne Cross
stopped to check on me. Emails and
phone calls. Rhonda checked my scalp:
“It will heal.” Jeff took me to pick up
my truck. Emma stopped by, having
heard the rumor. Sally wrote from Alabama.
Katie, from Asheville. Then Keely, Donna,
and Terica brought me groceries. Maybe
I couldn’t get to a store? Fruit and other
things I never buy on my simple diet,
but I’m enjoying them. Angelina says,
“You could use this in a novel. I keep
telling people the car didn’t hit you.”
What did hit me was people’s care:
I had to be all right. I am. Healing
well; reminding my children I want
to stay independent, follow my deep
wisdom. Falling’s no fun, but once
again I learned: people love me.