After being in Bradford, AR for all of 9 hours, I found a place I thought would keep me well for the night.
But at 1 in the morning, a police officer asked me to leave. I told him about my mission, and all he had to say was, "Im giving you a chance to get your thinhs together and leave town." I thought, leave town, seriously?
And he gave me another option and that was to go to jail. Now, I am no fool to when it comes to the law, and he was not able to kick me out if the city, but the recent altercations with police and civilians got me to just calmly pack my things up and go.
That was at 1 am. By 2:30 I found a place to stop and rest until the sun came up. That was about 6:30. By 6:45 I was walking and feeling very tired and rejected. My foot and knee was hurting and by 11:30 I was ready to quit until evening.
Just as I was crossing a bridge a little ways from the main bridge crossing the White River into Newport, a lady stopped and asked me if there was a child in my cart that I push. I told her no, and she asked me if I needed a ride, and I told her that I would need one for sure across the main bridge.
She turned the truck around and we placed the cart in the back of her truck.
She took me over the bridge and to the McDonalds in town. After talking for a few minutes, we said our goodbyes and I went inside.
Normally I give a slip of paper to people I talk to that has my travel info. on it and let them know about my ministry/counseling number.
A little while later, she called me and asked me if I would join her and her son for supper. I accepted and then she asked if I would like to stay for the night to rest up before the next leg of the journey, and again I accepted.
Talking with her and her son was a very wonderful experience, and one that I will not forget.
I spent two nights in their travel trailer and enjoyed the conversation and the home cooked meals.
To Tawyanna and her son Zach...
Thank you.
^_^
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