tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603887507402940854.post-86511411485587756502007-10-20T08:55:00.000-04:002007-10-21T01:03:34.958-04:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Accord Hospice's website:</span> www.accord.org.uk<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Thanks for supporting the wonderful work being done by the staff and volunteers at Accord Hospice, in Paisley, Scotland.</span><br /><br /><br />DAY 92<br /><br />STORY #92<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Off the Beaten Path</span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Elana sighed. She’d missed a meeting, gotten a speeding ticket, and some missionary waylaid her in the car park. She frowned, “God doesn’t care. We’re on our own.” </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Taking a short-cut home, Elana turned into a rutted track--getting bogged down in mud. Sitting behind the steering wheel, she cried. An old man walked up to the car, “I’ll get you out, miss.” He said gently. He hooked her car up to a tow truck--that appeared out of nowhere, and pulled her out. As he drove off, she saw a sticker on his rear window: “God loves you, Elana.” </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.justgiving.com/nbgolash</div>playwrite27http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715683078920097677noreply@blogger.com