Dear Readers, our Becky had no idea of things going on behind the scenes. And she had no clue, whatsoever, that a certain day, sometime during the previous September, would make her a target. Okay, here's a brief rundown of what went down:
Late last summer, Becky was minding her own business, eating a pasta salad in the cafeteria, where she had worked. Across from her, a coworker - who worked in a different department, and on another floor - sat and more or less, stared into space, while stirring some sugar into his coffee. She waved a qwik hello. Well, anyway, they both got to chatting. Unbeknownst to her, he was contemplating doing something really dire. Anyway, she said something...something so, well seemingly, unrelated. Becky forgot about the conversation, and didn't hear until sometime afterward, that the man had resigned.
And here's the real deal. She didn't have one iota of a clue on this one either: he and his wife packed their stuff and moved several states away. Well, to make a long story short, he took to giving the Gospel in the streets of a large city. People were coming to Christ left and right. And to make the devils even madder, in the crowd, was a certain young thug - a real belligerent sort... Well, he got saved - and so did half the gang he ran with. In short, all from the Gospel message from a mouthpiece, who several months ago was considering putting a 44 in that same mouth.
Becky had no clue, whatsoever. And anyway, it wasn't like the street preaching would make the news.
Meanwhile, our heroine was enjoying the mid summer weather. While people around her were beefing about the humidity, and the ac costs - and, per usual, about everything else - she enjoyed soaking up the sunshine...and not being cold. Talk about a silver lining in the haze, Becky had only once, maybe twice, had turned on her ac.
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