My brother-in-law’s sister had returned home from a lesson on perspective (I think) and posted a thought about her best and worst Christmas – both which had taken place in 2005. It was a great thought, and I asked permission to share it on my blog. She said that her understanding was that it was up for Church publication and it would be best if I did not share. I figured when it was published in Ensign magazine, I could refer to the link. But I don’t see any evidence of publication thus far.
I saved a copy to my own personal files, but seem to have misplaced the ubs or it somehow got deleted or something. I’ll find it eventually. Meanwhile I have my own thoughts about one of the longest days of my life (starting out with a trip to the Medford Temple and ending with waiting for Greyhound)
June 5, 2015. What a day. Denise and I had actually left the motel room early because she had wanted to go through the Medford Temple. It was her main insentive for having had driven the much shorter but scarier route. She had gone online to learn how late the temple would be open on Thursday night. She failed to look at the hours of operation on Friday. It was closed. The gates were locked. We had driven all that way and couldn’t get inside. The temple in Medford doesn’t open until 3:00 p.m. That seemed like the latest time that Denise would have had to leave Roseburg and be on her way to Newport. We had missed going inside.
I had had a rental car lined up, but had cancelled believing Roland’s understanding of having someone physically take me to the address. My main reason for being in Oregon was to secure a rental that was waiting for us outside Roseburg. I had called the property management several times to let them know I was coming. I was hoping that Denise would be able to drop me off at the rental and I would be able to get a ride back to Century 21 to sign the papers.
They didn’t get any of my messages. We weren’t communicating at all. I would still have to have a rental car. What was I thinking? I called a car rental in Medford, but they did not have anything. They referred me to their location in Roseburg. I thought I was all set until they called me back asking for either a major (non-debit) card and/or an Oregon driver’s license – neither of which I had. So they had to cancel my reservation. So I called the agency I had initially booked with. They couldn’t find a car for me until 7:30 that night. Property management would have been closed by then. And it didn’t give me enough hours of sunlight that it was worth renting a car for. I can’t drive in the dark. I decided that I would just take a bus home (originally I had wanted the plane – but the bus was a third of the cost – plus I didn’t have a way to the airport)
Payments had to be in form of Money Order or a Courtsey check from the bank. Oh, great. I have two checks from a credit union that have branches in Utah and Nevada – not in Oregon. I was frantic. I did have a bank account number that Corey had given me. There was a branch not far from Century 21 that I went to – but I had to open my own account and ask Corey to work with me from Las Vegas.
The procedure seemed long. I had a deadline for getting back to Century 21 and barely made it. The girl who assisted acted like she had been put out. Really? What about me? I had traveled three days to get there. And then they wouldn’t accept my check. I had to open an account. It had been very painful. And the day was not close to over. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be leaving Roseburg until 2:30 the following morning!
The location of the bus pick/up had changed. We drove around the same street three times before Denise pulled over and I went into a sevice station to ask. Denise hated the GPS and Siri and will probably never use again.
She pulled up to a service station and had me go inside to make certain I’d really be able to purchase a bus ticket. If you read my earlier post, you may recall that the bus was scheduled to come at 5:58 – but I had been told that it would be running late. I did not share that information with Denise or Roland however as I did not want them to worry.
As the sun was setting, I started crying, knowing (or thinking) that Denise was still on the road and has bad night vision like I do. I spent the last 6 hours of the fifth at the service station waiting for the bus.
As long and horrible as I believed the day had been, there was so much that I needed to feel grateful for:
A kind sister (who was planting flowers near the gate) opened the gate to let us inside and Denise took several pictures and the sister took pictures of Denise and I sitting in front of the temple.
Denise stayed with me. She sacrificed several hours of being on the road. She drove me to Roseburg to get the key and then to back to Mayberry to look at the house – which really is a nice house by the way.
Denise drove me to the bank. She waited for me for over an hour (that is what it felt like anyway) and Corey waited in line in Las Vegas to assist me with my problem. And it worked. We had cut it very close bringing me back to Century 21 to sign papers.
Denise waited for me. I had called a cab so that she could be one her way. But she chose to stay with me and take me to the bus stop. She did not get back on the road until after 5:00. Heavenly Father blessed me big time through both Denise and Corey.
Though the bus had been late, I did not have to wait for it alone. Jake kept me company for the first five hours – one hour after the station was closed. I also had the protection of Heavenly Father and a good book to read.
After an 8 ½ hour wait, I hadn’t missed the bus due to falling asleep or waiting on the wrong side of the building. I was safe.