This morning I found myself stressing over the fact that there was a public visitation for George Floyd, 15 miles from our house. So close and it was open to the public.
Many of us have found that our cars can offer a little bit of escape, during these pandemic days. Our cars allow us to get out and see a little. I haven't done that much.
In the Car
But, today at 9:00 am, I got in the car with some water and a mask... just in case and I drove.
I headed for Fountain of Praise on Hilcroft. It was early, so the Park & Ride shuttles hadn't started up.
I was happy when the traffic halted off and on. I was able to see the flags flapping in the breeze and see the church ahead... with rows of porta-potties and numerous TV news vans.
As we got a little closer I could see more people heading on foot to the church. Some were dressed in Sunday best, but most were dressed for the sweltering temps that had been predicted. They would be lining up for a long time.
After I passed by, I turned down a street and spotted this tent selling tee shirts. Usually I would have thought, "How could they profit from this!" But not today.
I was glad there was a reason for me to stop. I felt like I wanted to connect with anyone, before I headed home. I threw on my mask and headed over. The folks were busy setting up, but pleasant and happy to tell me that proceeds went to the family. That didn't matter to me. I just needed to buy a shirt to help me remember this morning. I just wanted anyone to profit from it. It felt good to talk a bit and head home with my purchase.
When I got home, I needed to do one more thing before I could relax. I made a tiny sign and stuck it in the plant on the porch. No one comes to our porch anymore, but the UPS guys. Some are white and some are black. It's my little message for all of them.