I have been laughed at and talked about for writing this story,
but that is Ok, maybe they just don't like animals..
I take my baby girl to work almost everyday, I call her my baby girl, because she was my last little baby and she was born in 1974, hehe Chas, I am telling your age. Chastity doesn't have a drivable car as of right now, but some day. I am expecting God to give her a car that runs likes a Singer Sewing Machine.
We always leave her apartment at somewhere close to three PM every day she works because she has to be there at Three-Thirty and I think it might just be the hottest part of the day and of course she always says to me, "Mom, take me to Circle K so I can get a king size iced down Mountain Dew.."
We swing by there right fast and the heat of this July summer day is so bad that I can almost cut through it with a carving knife, it is the kind of heat that stings your nose nostrils and hurts your eyes and makes one have day dreams of standing at a oceans edge some place with the wind bouncing your hair up and down, and the waves coming up and tickling your toes, and teasing your ankles.
We pull up in the parking lot almost to the side of the front door of Circle K, because we did not need gas today, because God had already touched the gas tank once today, and I am not kidding ! Chastity jumps out of the car and runs to the safety of the air conditioned store and I stay in the car minding my own business, my thoughts kind of reflecting on the Church service that we had in the early morning.
Then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see movement on the ground and to my amazement, it is a mouse, one of the tiniest mice I have ever seen in my life. I cannot believe what I am seeing, he grabs a little morsel off the ground and heads back toward the edge of the building and I let out a sigh of relief and wiped my hand across
I am thinking, "Man I am glad that is over, for the parking lot of the Circle K in Austin, Indiana is not the place for a tiny mouse searching for food. Well my relief did not last very long, for two minutes later he was back, but this time walking all around slowly hunting for more morsels upon the ground and suddenly he was surely headed out front toward the cars and all the busy gas pumps.
My heart went thump and my mind said, "That little stinker is going to get run over just as sure as my name is Mary Alice Bowles," and then some foolish person from inside my head said, "Now, you are not going to let that happen, are you?"
I grab my camera out of my purse and decided if I am going to save its' life then I surely need a pic of it.. Then of all things and bad luck, that camera will not even come on, and I do not take the time to put it back in my purse because I was worried that little mouse would get run over if I wasted any more time. I flung the door wide open on that old Mountaineer and followed that little mouse around in that parking lot like a hen and her baby chicks and at one point it kind of turns around, heads toward me and I let out a mouse squeal and turned the other direction.
O Lord Have mercy on this Old Grandma.. haha!
People at the gas pumps begin to stare at me and I do not blame them one bit, for I am still in my Sunday dress to my ankles and my favorite black suede shoes are softly clinging to my feet and I know the dress is circling because it is full at the bottom and kind of flares out. Now, I bring to mind that they cannot see the little mouse, just a crazy woman circling around in the parking lot.
Eventually I have circled around until me and that little mouse was almost in front of the big wide double doors of The Circle K. There is a lady and her little baby girl fixing to go in the doors and she looks at me, then looks at the mouse and says to her baby girl, " Look honey it's a mouse"! Then they go on through the doors, like it was something they see every day, an old woman and a tiny mouse fixing to go through the double doors at The Circle K!
About that time I look up and there is my daughter Chastity coming out the door and she says to me, "Mom, what are you doing?" I point to the little mouse, and instantly she says, "awwwwwwwwwwweee"! The next word that comes out of her mouth at a scream is this, "Can someone please save it"? (Like Mother, Like Daughter). And I say to her, "Chastity, you know that no one is going to save this baby mouse"! I WAS SO WRONG and I have to admit it.
At the gas pump was a red mo-ped and a young man of about 18, maybe 19 dressed in a black riding suit with black boots to match and riding goggles pulled up over his head, he was just about to put the pedal to the medal when he heard, "Can someone please save it"! I saw him take a quick look and take two steps toward us and that little mouse was going straight to him, then to my complete surprise he stooped on the ground, and I said, "Be careful now, don't let it bite you".
After a couple of tries, he scooped that little tiny mouse up with both hands and just a little tiny head was peeking out... and he carried it behind the building and put it in the tall green grass.
To me, this is just a miracle of Grace and compassion beyond belief! I thanked him over and over again and Chastity did too and he never spoke a word to us, and I told him,..."I will remember this to my dieing day."!
As I write this, I wonder, "Was he for real"?
I watched him as he got on his mo-ped, and it did not start and then Chastity and I got in the car and drove by where he was trying to start his mo-ped and it had disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be seen.
İMary Alice Bush Bowles
July 14, Sabbath day, 2013