By their generosity, almost literally I was forced to leave their property. These the folks largely responsible for the vehicle receiving a part in the middle of nowhere, the next day instead of 4 days later.
They live in material heaven, Mount Hood is within view of their house, beautiful pine forest. Very remote. Yesterday morning James rang the doorbell as his only hope of finding an address where a replacement for the broken trailer rim might arrive. The soul, my sister, that opened the door could not have been kinder, more gracious. An emergency I said, quickly adding, no blood. She just could not have been kinder. Including advising me that they had a particularly good relationship with the UPS driver, sometimes meeting the driver halfway for the driver's convenience to reduce the otherwise 40 or 60 mile hour drive.
James' body is Truly amazing. An extraordinary servant. Beyond imagination. Beyond his understanding.
Throughout his adulthood various missions have caused him to push it way beyond what most people would even consider. 2 days ago fit bit said that the exercise itself was 2800 calories. Just one recent example.
This incredibly faithful body, It really doesn't complain much, When the mission is serious it just figures out how to do it.
But equally amazing is how it can find or spot opportunities To rest. They might not come for weeks or months. But when they arrive, the mission cannot continue for some brief period, the body asserts itself, And James and his soul pretty much cannot resist. It is really miraculous. so when the body saw that travel would not occur the next day it absolutely took over. But I wanna do some repairs, James said, body said, fucky you. Fucky you. Fucky you. We are resting. We are going to rest. Shut up and rest. It was not at all harsh like that, it just delivered paralysis. And it has done this many times before period how the fok does it know? But it does.
Well in the midst of a deathlike sleep at 8 o'clock this morning, James, we are leaving some water and some food bars by your tote. We will see you later. And he said a name which I did not recognize and he knew mine. From outside Sol alone on the Forrest road shoulder….. To be continued
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