Plans!!??!!***

Plans---

John Lennon is supposed to have said:

"Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans."  I have blogged on this topic before.  

In this case, the day of July 23 was a day with no plans on it.  The Church History Library was closed for the state holiday and I was planning to use the day to catch up on time stamps (a document that I create about the oral history interviews I have done that is used to create a catalog entry for the donation.  I was and am behind in doing these.)  Anyway, as I mentioned in the prior post, I found out on Thursday night that the parade was set for Friday morning and then we made a quick trip to the grocery store and headed home.  When we stopped on the first floor to check out mail, the post woman had just arrived so we decided to head to our apartment and Gary offered to check the mail later.  So I still had a free afternoon to make some headway on the time stamps.

After putting groceries away and having some lunch, Gary decided to head down to get our mail.  Just at a very random time!  (Timing is often everything.)

I was sitting at my desk and Jena came in to show me a picture that she had just taken out her window-- a large fire truck parked in front of our building.  We didn't hear any alarms so didn't think too much about it.  When Gary got back, he said, "Call Sister Wilson and see if she is okay. I just saw five firemen heading down the elevator and they came from her hallway."  Sister Wilson is a single sister missionary who lives on our same floor.  I thought he was being overcautious--which isn't really like him so I decided to text her.

Turns out that it was HER.  She had fallen and couldn't get up.  Fortunately she had a life alert so she was able to summon help which included the fire truck below.  She had just arrived at the ER and wanted some company.  So I was able to go spend the afternoon with her as they tried to determine the extend of the injuries to her foot  (turned out after seeing a specialist the following week that it was just a very bad sprain and not a torn ligament that the ER doctor was concerned about.)  It was a pleasure to get to know her better that afternoon and in the following days as we helped her.

Gary met us in the parking garage to help me unload the scooter she needed to avoid walking on her foot for a week or so.  He had fun figuring it out and taking it for a very shot spin around the garage.

Sister Wilson's apartment has a west view and we admired her view of the temple from her balcony.

While we were doing that, a flock of pigeons flew in and settled on the ledge of the window at the edge of our building.  I guess they feel safe up here.

It was not the day or weekend we planned but I was so glad that Gary saw the firemen and had me text Sister Wilson and she let us help her.....

and it reminded me that God cares about each one of us and if we listen, we can help each other along in this crazy world.