BLOGG # 89 A warmhearted Story For Frigid January

Well, dear readers a lot has passed by since I last wrote a blog: thanksgiving, Hanukkah, the twelve days of Christmas ,New Years Eve, and Epiphany. In spite of all these happenings I have not felt inspired to write a blogg. My life in the past two months revolved around health issues. My body and I have been in conflict as to who is Boss on this sojourn on Earth and the body was slowly winning, having decided to have an arthritic flare up. I spent a lot of time and money on chiropractors, acupuncturists, doctors and medication. I did manage to make a quick trip East in early December to visit my trendy friends in Toronto and to snowy Montreal for the Art Biannelli. I enjoyed all my trips and of course paid for it over the holidays with pain. However I did have a good Christmas and even-yikes- a good New Year's Eve! At the beginning of this year I decided to include a visit to my therapist for an emotional tune-up along with all the other physical therapies to improve my general well being. As usual she was very good and I felt a great release of tension. This is not what the blogg is about. The more important and rather embarrassing happening was that I had mistakenly parked my car blocking two driveways. She lives in a quiet typically overgrown Victorian neighbourhood so the driveways were not easy to see. The policeperson, a woman, who was called tried to find me searching the nearby park hoping she wouldn't have to tow my car away. When I finally came out of my session an hour later, I heard some one shouting my name "Laurie" loudly. It was this lovely policeperson and she said "where were you? I have been looking for you as I didn't want to have you towed" I blurted out that I was at my therapist. She reached over to my windowsill,gave me her card she had just placed there and said "well hurry up, here is your daughter's cellphone number,call her right away as she is coming to move your car. I said "O god not from work she is going to kill me" and this remarkable policeperson said"No she's not.She has taken the day off and is coming from home and was very nice about it so get moving!" In the meantime, the nice woman who had called the police-it was her driveway-came out with a plate of homemade fudge candy and offered the policeperson one and then me. I said I couldn't possibly take one as I was too embarrassed. The policeperson- I should say Constable-turned to me and said "O For goodness sake take one and get a move on. I have wasted enough time." So I did. The candy was delicious, my daughter didn't kill me and I sent a lovely thank you card to this remarkable policeperson. So take my advice dear readers and next time you hear comments of POLICE BRUTALITY remember to warm the cockles of your heart with this story of an act of kindness from the police.