Yesterday I started the day off listening to a podcast that talked about science & faith. The talk explains that even for well-known physicists & surgeons there are areas of unknown. Areas where science cannot explain, but divine intervention boarders trivial.
This is the day that followed: To start off, you should know that as a cell phone user the only numbers I have memorized are my parents, who at that moment were on a boat. In open water. Without service.
I am taking care of their sweet pup Josie & since the bus does not have an AC to accommodate this 90-degree weather, we ventured to the coast chasing the cool 60-degree air. After working at a cafe all morning, I tossed everything in the car, locked it, grabbed my beach shoes out of the trunk, & then slammed the hatch shut. Without grabbing my keys. My phone, my money, & my parent's dog inside the car. After a series of unfortunate phone calls from a strangers phone, I gave up trying to get ahold of James & a nice hotel clerk called a locksmith.
Later, lil Shasta Blue waited until I was without cell service on the windy coastline road to let me know that she was too hot to continue. A lovely lady with young children in the back seat pulled over to check on me, concluding that the anti-freeze I had in my trunk would do the trick.
I realized that in that lonely gap between science & faith, there are people. Human beings with pumping verticals & relatively healthy serotonin levels. Strangers who let you use their data to Google to your boyfriends work number. Strangers with a car full of children who turn around on the long windy road because they empathize with the way your user manual is flapping in the wind. People who make it easier for you to get home to your epsilon salt bath.