So, a friend from church gave us the funds out of the blue to get to New Mexico for the young man's memorial. We were totally not expecting this. It was all that we needed plus some extra. That is all we were needing till at Hurricane Mills, Stormy decided she wanted to die. Well, actually she had been over heating for a while, just at Hurricane Mills she decided she wasn't going to go any more.
Never in my life have has this gypsy gal been so thankful for a semi-hard bed at a Knight's Inn as I am tonight. We were hot, soaked to the bone with our own sweat, and famished. We walked to the gas station and got some pizza as nothing else was open. Now after showers we are going to crash for the night. Tomorrow, we are going to slowly drive on down into town, and prayerfully get the car fixed. Dad said he would pay for it... Such a blessing.... Now, sleep calls my name...
~ Morria
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