It took me far longer than I excpected to, and hurt like nobody's business. I'm still not used to the thin air, or up hill bike rides.
My ankle kept hitting the pedal enough that it started to bleed. Not a lot, luckily not all over the Franz' white carpet.
When I showed up Sister Franz got me a wine glass of ice water and cold grapes. She is one of the nicest ladies I know. And her husband is pretty cool too. She even offered to let me nap on the couch, she could tell I was so tired. And her husband drove me home in his awesome truck.
And they gave me jam! Mixed berry jam!
2 comments:
So glad that there are people up there that can do for you what your family and friends would do for you if you were home. One of the great blessings of being a member of the church. Glad you got home safely, and with berry jam. Awesome!
It was all done through the power of prayer, especially getting up that hill. I may have found a shorter way to get to their house, I'll try it next time.
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