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The Grandma Lady Angel
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by Pam Walker
ne morning, I was taking my
Benz SL300 24 convertible drove up! A grandma
children, Paul and Christy, to school.
lady angel! She said, “Hi! Get in!”
They were in the fifth and fourth
grades, respectively. As I entered I-75 North from Howell Mill
Road, we were suddenly careening across four
We got in, introduced ourselves, and thanked her for the ride. When I told the woman we lived on Collier Road, she said, “That is on my way to bridge club.” We reached
lanes of Atlanta rush-hour traffic! I was the fifth driver to hit an unsecured dolly, which had fallen off a construction materials truck. The undercarriage of my car was totaled. My car had to be towed. That was in the days before cell phones and debit cards, and we had no choice but to walk home. Our 12-mile walk home took us through a
our apartment, got out, and thanked her again. We watched the lady drive off, believing all
very posh area of Atlanta known as Buckhead.
the while she was the grandma lady angel Paul
Paul was cranky and tired. He said, “Father
prayed for, whom God sent us right when we
God, please send us a grandma lady who
needed her.
wouldn’t be afraid to pick up a woman and two elderly, gray-haired woman in a blue Mercedes36 // September 2020
About The Author
children and give us a ride home!” Just then, an
Pam Walker, a native of Rome, is a paralegal at Vaughn & Clements PC in Calhoun. She is a local columnist for the Rome News-Tribune. Pam and her husband, Stan, are members of Riverside Baptist Church, in Rome where she teaches the Naomi Sunday School class twice a month. Readers may email her at pamterrellwalker@gmail.com.
