A funny thing happened to me on the way to lunch today. While I was waiting in the parking lot for my burger a homeless woman asked me for a ride. This is a true story and I am not trying to beat scott to the punch, even if happy spiked it. My first response was, no way, besides my wheelchair takes up the seat. But I reconsidered and put my chair in the back seat of my truck and waved her over. She was smoking and reeked to high heaven. She was so appreciative and asked if I could take her to the Taylor county jail.

She had not done any thing wrong; her parole officer could vouch for her. She was going to see a friend. On the way she asked why I had a bike in the back seat. I explained it was my wheelchair bla bla bla. She said cool. I guess that is one way to look at it. She continued to thank me and I finally said God has been so good to me, the lest that I could do was help her. She exclaimed, not another one of those. You are the second person to pick me up this week and talk about God. Then she bent forward and looked up out of the window and questioned God. With some of scott’s and happy’s language she told God to at lest let her get home before harassing her.

Needless to say it was quite the ride to the jailhouse. There was one thing she said that has challenged me. After saying, being paralyzed from the waist down was cool; she said she would rather be paralyzed than an alcoholic. At first I smiled and said I have friends that battle with alcoholism and know it is difficult. But I was thinking, I will trade places with you any day. Surely I could overcome an addiction. At lest that was something I had control over. I cannot get counseling and heal my spinal cord.

But as I lay in bed tonight, I began to wonder, am I better off with my cross than hers?