On my way to visit a sick person in the parish, a little red car sped around my pickup. The driver pointed to my back left wheel. Just at that moment, I realized the tire was going flat.
I pulled into a driveway and got out of the truck to look at the tire. All of a sudden, the red car zipped into the driveway. A young man got out. "Sister Grace," he said, "get back in the truck. I'll fix the tire."
As he changed the tire, I talked with him. "You remember me," he said. "Mike Sinn. You visited me in the hospital."
It occurred to me that this was probably the first time that Grace was saved by Sinn.
I pulled into a driveway and got out of the truck to look at the tire. All of a sudden, the red car zipped into the driveway. A young man got out. "Sister Grace," he said, "get back in the truck. I'll fix the tire."
As he changed the tire, I talked with him. "You remember me," he said. "Mike Sinn. You visited me in the hospital."
It occurred to me that this was probably the first time that Grace was saved by Sinn.
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