Wildflowers as tall as wild grass dotted the countryside.
Fortunately I hadn’t seen another car—or house—for miles, so I admired Massachusetts’ rolling meadows without distraction.
I had just enough time to get to the Christian coffee house, where I was helping make a Father’s Day brunch. It wouldn’t happen without the supplies piled into my white Ford Galaxie: sausage, bacon and croissants, paper plates, cups and favors for the dads.
via Guardian Angels Help Woman with Broken Car on Father’s Day – Guideposts.
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