As Mark and I journey to California to visit Corey we are a little nervous about some obstacles we may face along the way. For instance, we are hoping to find family bathrooms along our route so Mark can help me because my hands are so weak that I am no longer able to pull my pants down or up.
Yesterday, on our first day on the road, we ran into a problem. We stopped at a McDonald’s hoping to find a family bathroom but there wasn’t one so I decided I could go by myself. Mark hasn’t trusted me to walk alone since my fall but I assured him I would be extra careful this time. When I got into the stall of the bathroom I discovered that I didn’t wear pants that were easy to pull down. And then I thought to myself that if I did get my pants down I wouldn’t be able to pull them back up again, so I aborted my idea of bravery and we left McDonald’s to look for another rest area down the road.
We traveled about 50 miles and finally found a rest stop and we thought we were golden until we went inside and found that there was no family restroom. We looked at each other and decided to ask a someone to watch the door while I went into the men’s restroom with Mark. But we never ended up asking because the men kept filing in and out so fast. We headed toward the women’s restroom hoping for a different result, so we stood at the door and a woman saw us peering in with a helpless look on our faces and she asked if she could help. We explained our situation and the woman smiled and said she helps her grandmother sometimes and would be happy to help me. She walked me into the restroom and brought me right into the stall while I did my business and after I washed my hands she walked me back to Mark. I asked what her name was and she said it was Angel. She was definitely our angel in that moment.
When we got back to the car and started back on the road I couldn’t help but think that good people are everywhere.