Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

We assumed he was referencing the fact that it was September 11 th . 9/11… September 11 th … Emergency Day. A bit annoyed, Brenda lovingly chided W.V.. “W.V. , Dot is not a morning person.” What she actually meant was. “I am not a morning person, and neither is my sister, and all this chatter about 911 is irritating us all.” Undeterred and oblivious to her plea, like a mantra he couldn’t help but repeat the duration of our one-hour trip to the airport, he continued to announce, “911. It’s Emergency Day. 911, Emergency Day! ” I chuckled a little bit at W.V., as I usually did, because he was always cutting up and joking. He epitomized what we think of as humorous. I think Dot and Brenda glanced at each other, realizing that getting him to stop saying it was hopeless. I noticed Brenda rolling her eyes just a little bit, anxious to get out of the car and hurry toward their plane to Alabama. Was W.V. continuing to say, “911. Emergency Day,” to be comical? Or was the urgency in his voice, again, sending out a dire warning? We would soon find out which it was. They got out of the car, grabbed their luggage, and we exchanged pleasantries with them; “I love you. Have a great trip. Be safe. We are praying for your meetings. ” We watched them hurry through the glass doors at the entrance of Love Field and disappear. Dot and I headed directly to Granny’s house nearby, anxious for some of her great home cooking again for breakfast. We may have arrived a bit too early, as she was still sleeping.

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