This evening I went to Marlee's school to help her and her friends at a baton twirling event. (Marlee is my friend's 6 year old daughter and I love her just like she's my own.)

I needed to be home by 7:30 to receive a very important long distance call. I kept looking at my watch and when it was time to go, I had the most insistant urge to not go home. Marlee and her Mom were going to go to McDonalds and get something to eat. Even though it was miles out of my way I had a compulsion to get in my car and go with them. While I was driving I kept telling myself how crazy I was but I kept on driving. We laughed and talked over dinner. (I never, ever eat at McDonalds - never!)

I finally got home around 8:15 p.m. and when I got close to the driveway of the apt. building there were policemen and flashing blue lights everywhere. Many of the residents who live here were standing in groups outside staring at something. One of the men told me there had been a shooting. I asked him what time it happened and it was right around the time I would have been pulling in so I could park.

God, (or whatever you personally wish to call Him), sure is good to me.

Jan