Sunday, September 13th was move day. 

We were all packed and ready to the hand keys over to the new owners.

Just one problem, Rachel slipped off the bumper (she’s okay) loading the very last piece of furniture.

We decided together that I would make the journey alone and hope for the best.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but with the smoke out of control, a pandemic, and people experiencing more stranger danger than ever, I was uncertain how it would all work out.

But it did.  And, better than I could have expected.  My newfound friends 68 year old Allen, and 73 year old Larry got the truck successfully unloaded.

Larry then proceeded to offer me a beautiful place to stay. And, when my flight from Pendleton was cancelled, he was kind enough to drive me over half of the way back home. 

So, after my 24 hour adventure, my hope for humanity had been restored! 

Monday Mindfulness

This week go out of your way to give, or receive help from an acquaintance or stranger. It will remind you that, although armageddon may appear to be on the horizon, human kind still very much alive and willing to help those in need.