Local

I love getting asked for directions. Because it makes me feel helpful and in-the-know. Yesterday morning, I was hailed over to the curbside by a Vietnamese daughter and her dad. "Which way is Northern Boulevard?" At that point, it was straight and to the right. Amazing that staying at Juanita's last month enabled me to know this. This morning, after shooting out of bed realizing it was light but I hadn't set my alarm, walking down the street to the train, I was stopped by a nicely dressed woman, "Can you tell me where is 37th Street?" Two blocks that way! I am so lucky. God blesses me with strangers. It is better to give directions than to receive. But in doing so, I am receiving direction, in a way. :)