Picking up on yesterday's blog and my airport trip, I continued to disfunction after I got to the airport. I took my cell phone and holster off my belt and rested it on the handle of my suitcase. I forgot I did this, when I started rolling my suitcase toward the plane with the handle extended. Many steps through the airport to the farthest gate, I trudged. I went down the gateway and just before I got onto the plane, I lowered my handle. That is when I saw my cell phone still wedged precariously next to my name label on the suitcase. You tell me there is no God? There must be because I am not capable of taking care of myself. What a hell it would have been to be on the plane, and find out I had no cell phone. Maybe I am going to burn later? My sister Maureen said it would be so.
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You are being so cared for by so many.
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