Sandra had just been through a painful divorce that she hadn't seen coming, and had decided to come spend a few weeks with her mom and dad at the farm. Driving through the hometown where she grew up, she noted that it seemed so much smaller and more run-down than it did when she lived there. Maybe now that she'd seen the big city lights her perspective had changed. Still, the comforts of her old upstairs bedroom, the promise of Mom's home-cooked meals, and memories of sitting on the porch in the with her Dad in the evenings, had been strong enough to lure her home.
Now she was in a pickle though, she still had a good fifteen miles to go, and here she was, stalled on the side of a road which saw so little traffic that it didn't even rate a center stripe. There was still a few hours of daylight, but she was not at all sure she could walk that distance, and she quickly discovered that her high-dollar smart phone wasn't so smart out there in the boonies, where not one single bar of signal strength appeared. "Great, just great" Sandra groaned, her tiredness from the long drive now compounded by her frustration at once again doing something dumb. She could almost hear her ex's voice scolding, "You never pay attention to the details, your head is always somewhere else." She knew he was probably right.
Well, it wasn't going to do her any good to sit here hoping, so switching out her trendy sandals for sox and a pair of walking shoes, she grabbed her purse and a bottle of water, locked the car, and started hiking down the road.
An hour later she had walked about half way, and not a single car or truck had driven past. She was hot and sweaty, and the sturdy leather of her shoes was gnawing at her heals. She had slowed down to where she was more limping along than walking, and the time alone with her thoughts had brought back all the memories of recent months. Before long tears welled at the corners of her eyes and soon streaked down her dusty face.
She must have been some sight to the driver of the battered old pickup truck that rumbled up behind her and then slowed down for the driver to take a look. Quickly swiping across her face with the backs of her hands, she looked up to see an older lady dressed in a t-shirt and overalls lean over and push the passenger door open. "You look like you could use a lift there, missy, where are you heading? There's not many folks living on this road, just a couple farms a ways farther down."
Relief washed over Sandra as she climbed into the truck. "My name's Sandra," she said. "My parents live a few miles up ahead at the farm on the right. I've been away awhile and was coming home for a visit, but I ran out of gas. Thank you so much for stopping. Where are you from? I thought I knew all the folks that lived out this way?"
"The lady looked at her and smiled kindly, her blue eyes sparkling in the sunshine. "My name is Angelica, but most folks just call me Angie," she said. I was heading out to the Anderson place to see about an insurance claim on one of their tractors that caught on fire. Good thing I came along too, you look plum tuckered out."
"I sure am," said Sandra. "It's been a long time since I've gone walking down country roads, but in a way I've missed it, you know... the wheat fields, the scent of wildflowers, and the sounds of birds and such. I used to think it was dull and boring, but right now it's looking pretty good! You can drop me up there by the mailbox, Angie, I'd like to walk up the driveway. I'm surprising Mom and Dad. Thank you kindly for the ride, you were a lifesaver!"
Angie pulled the truck over and waited for Sandra to climb out and walk around to the driver's side to say goodbye. Then looking intently at Sandra's face, Angie said "You're likely going to find that there's a reason you've come home again, God always has a plan in mind. You keep your eyes open for a handsome guy with red hair and two little ones in tow." A bit surprised by Angie's comment, Sandra laughed lightly as she headed toward the driveway. Then she stopped and turned back to ask Angie what made her say that, but much to her amazement both Angie and the old pickup truck had vanished without a sound.
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