I didn’t know how to forgive or exonerate the person who called me the Sherry machine during the era of legislative times.. He had jimmied and worked on my red Suburu in the morning before I took off for my favorite meditation spot,, His act of vengeance made my red Suburu crash at an intersection and I hit my forehead hard on the front windshield with my ribs and shoulder forcefully pressing against the steering wheel. My car was totaled but I drove home, regardless, in one big ranky tankety mess. it was a miracle I lived through this and was not severely harmed. I left the pardoning of this individual to my Deity, the priest and St. Michael the Archangel I was too frustrated beyond words,. Now I enjoy a new car..
Arts and Writing by Sherry 