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The woman, the parrot, and the little girl

12/10/2021

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Have you ever wondered why some of the bizarre things happen in your life?  I have a story in my new book (Love of the Little) about a "born again" dog and cockatoo.  This should have been beside that story in my book!  I just thought of it today and decided I should write about it.  We went out to Watt Road to meet Eddie, Babe and Dalton and give them some CD's of Babe playing the piano and Dalton singing.  You really need to get that CD.  You won't believe Dalton!  It may be my favorite recording of Victory in Jesus!

BUT...I am taking you off the path.  Back to the woman, the parrot and the little girl.  I thought about that story as we were driving back from Watt Road..WAY out west (West Knoxville) as we are so fond of saying.  When we reached a certain stretch in the road, I remembered coming down that stretch one night late on the way back from Georgia.  It was probably about 10 o'clock at night.  All of a sudden we saw someone walking in front of us...on the interstate, no less! 

As we got closer we saw that it was a woman with a parrot sitting on her shoulder, holding the hand of a little girl who looked to be about 3 years old!  This stretch of road has a lot of huge 18 wheelers barreling down at all hours, but they are most dangerous at 10 o'clock at night.  I told Tommy to pull over.  Our car was already full, so I moved to the back and sat on the edge of the seat in back.  We stopped and asked the woman where she was going.  She replied that she was headed for Knoxville and hoped that her daughter would pick her up there.  Her daughter lived in Lexington.  Her car had broken down a few exits back.  She said she was running from an abusive husband and that the little girl was her granddaughter.

We drove on into Knoxville and took her to a motel that is just off the Lexington exit.  We got her a room (yes, they took parrots!) and against what I really wanted to do...we left.  The reason I did not want to leave was that this 3 year old girl, who had just met us, cried to go with us!  What in the world does a person do in a situation like that?  

We went by the next morning to check on her and she was gone.

One thing I remember about that night is the smell of that woman's breath wafting over the seat into my face...(alcohol...a lot of it!) and the smell of that parrot!  I also wondered how in the world that thing stayed on her shoulder as she walked down the inter state!

Some things you can't make up!

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