My last post (I know... like 3 weeks ago... Sorry...) I illuded to the cool thing that happened on my drive to NY.

Well, first, I was annoyed since I wanted to stop in New Jersey for gas (cheaper and full service) before I had to cross the bridge into NY. I thought there was one more service area before the bridge, but I was wrong... so I missed it.

Irritated by that, I decided I would just stop as soon as I could, without driving through Brooklyn or the Bronx looking for a non-skeevy gas station. I knew at one point after the Verrazano bridge there is this island gas station just before a draw bridge... so I decided to stop there.

Well, I found it and pulled in, went to swipe my card... there is a sign that says "no credit at the pump - come to window." Lovely. So I walk over and I am second in line when the attendant (rudely) says "sorry, our computers are rebooting - its going to be 3 minutes". So I stood there. After about a minute or two, this guy comes up and someone in line told him it would be a couple more minutes and at this point there were maybe 4 people in line waiting to pay. He mumbled something about not waiting and walked back off to his car. I watched as he backed his black sporty car out of his place by the pump, threw it into gear, and screamed out of there. I thought, you know... I really dont have the time for this... I was rushing to get to the in-laws house in time for a bridal shower. I thought, there HAS to be another gas station... and I started to walk off to my car, but decided to just be patient.

Well, I paid and about that time, my oldest was on the phone with my hubby and told him all about how this big procession of 8 or 10 Harley's just drove by. I was pumping my gas and only a couple of minutes had gone by since the scene at the attendants booth.

Well, I got my gas, jumped in the car and drove off.... then got stuck in traffic less than a mile away. It was "new' traffic, in that the police and emergency vehicles were still trying to get through the traffic to get to the accident, and there was no organized method to the madness.

I saw an opening and (becoming a temporary New Yorker) floored it to get through the cars and get past the traffic.

Driving across the draw bridge I see the cause of the accident.

Sporty black car verses Harley Davidsons.

I stopped and prayed that I had the patience to just wait it out at the pump, or I believe I would have been right in the middle of that accident!!

This has happened twice this year... something stopped me before I sped off in frustration... and both times I am moments behind an accident. Thank you Holy Spirit for not giving up on this impatient wretch and making me WAIT when I need protection.