I haven't regaled you with tales live from Metro transit recently because nothing blogable has happened in a while.
Today, I met Tracy. He told me that it was a Y not an IE because he did not want me to confuse him with a girl that may spell it with an IE.
Tracy is a mentally handicapped 56 year old man who rides the bus everyday (so he tells me) but today he sat next to me.
He sat down and said "boy you are a pretty girl, your husband must be very happy with you. Can I be your friend? I like to meet friends."
How could you say no to that?
Tracy sat next to me from Seattle to just outside of Des Moines. We had a great talk and as people passed to get off the bus he wished each one of them a great weekend. Before his stop he asked me if it would be okay if he prayed for me when he went to church on Sunday.
Then he pulled the stop chord gave me a nice pat on the back and told me to have a good weekend.
God put Tracy with a Y here today to make me smile... Thank you God for Tracy!
Today, I met Tracy. He told me that it was a Y not an IE because he did not want me to confuse him with a girl that may spell it with an IE.
Tracy is a mentally handicapped 56 year old man who rides the bus everyday (so he tells me) but today he sat next to me.
He sat down and said "boy you are a pretty girl, your husband must be very happy with you. Can I be your friend? I like to meet friends."
How could you say no to that?
Tracy sat next to me from Seattle to just outside of Des Moines. We had a great talk and as people passed to get off the bus he wished each one of them a great weekend. Before his stop he asked me if it would be okay if he prayed for me when he went to church on Sunday.
Then he pulled the stop chord gave me a nice pat on the back and told me to have a good weekend.
God put Tracy with a Y here today to make me smile... Thank you God for Tracy!
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