7/18/10 someone from my past appears . . . .

I make breakfast. I'm getting ready for work. Outside my window . . . I see a car in my driveway. Not a happy sight. Who would pay a surprise visit on a Sunday morning? Luke just got out of the shower and he's not answering the door. Could it be a religious group?

The door bell rings. I don't want to answer but . . . I do. There is Mike C. Mike used to be our wonderful gardener. He was old but so bare. He'd climb on roof tops . . . whatever had to be done. Then he got too old and had a few health issues. We haven't seen him in years.

He was all dressed up for Church but he didn't look well. For people who don't know me--I'm not a hugger, I don't like to touch. It's just not how I express myself. Mike wanted a hug and I reached out to an old, sick person and gave him a hug and a prayer.

He asked if I'd let his nephew , 16, help with our garden. I knew that he'd be so happy, because he could mentor his nephew. Mike lives to help and to mentor people. I thought. Yes. And that was my GD for the day. I'm so happy.