OK, here’s the skinny on Frankie. She drove, with her granddaughter, most of the way home, and stopped in Spartanburg SC at a Waffle House for dinner. She did not know she was sick, but when she opened the door to go in, the smell of the food hit her in the face, and she collapsed, threw up, and passed out. She was taken by ambulance to Spartanburg Memorial Hospital, where she stayed for 4 days. She did not have a cell phone or calling card, so she couldn’t call anyone. After she got home (I’m skipping a day or two, for lack of information), the Sheriff’s Dept. took her granddaughter to the Sheriff’s Department, and her parents, who were already in Asheville, came to get her and take her home. Frankie was really sick when I talked to her yesterday, sounds a little better today.
And no, I didn’t know any of this until today. I had been told bits and pieces, but everyone seemed to think I knew everything already and was holding out on THEM.
Had a couple of difficult times today online. Am talking to Kayla now. Good to hear from her.
the chance to draw back,
always ineffectiveness concerning all acts of initiative (and creation).
There is one elemental truth,
the ignornance of which kills countless ideas
and splendid plans—
that the moment one definitely commits oneself,
then Providence moves all.
All sorts of things occur to help one
that would never otherwise have occurred.
A whole stream of events issue from the decision,
raising in one’s favor all manner of incidents
and meetings and material assistance
which no one could have dreamed would come his or her way.
Whatever you can do or dream, you can begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
Begin it now
– Goethe (1749-1832)