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The Conductor
by Pat Guy 
08/07/06
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The Conductor

The timing was perfect. One wrong right turn, one wrong left turn and one forgotten parking pass. Oh yes ... the timing was perfect.

But let me digress here a few hours. Back to when my daughter-in-law phoned to let me know they had arrived at our hotel and asked for our room number.

‘289.’ I said.

‘Okay, we’ll be right there!'

We had arrived from Florida to Glen Allen, Virginia the night before for my daughter’s Regional Softball Tournament, so while her and her dad went to the softball fields for a light practice, I went on a ‘mission’ for a friend. I had just arrived back at the hotel and did not see my daughter-in-law’s Toyota RAV parked out front.

I called her back ... ‘I don’t see y’all’s car and I just got here myself.’

‘That’s okay. Just stay in the room and we’ll be right there.’

I had an uneasy feeling. I knew there were two Marriot’s within five miles of each other and they were easily confused.

I get another call - this time from my son, ‘Mom, the rooms only go up to 251 here. Where are you?’

‘I’m in the lobby right now. I’ll wait for you here.’

‘Stay there mom, we’ll be right down.’

I knew full well what had happened but sometimes it’s best for a mom to keep what she knows to herself.

More calls confirmed they were at the wrong hotel - we were not starting our family get together very well and the stress level for my son and family after a two hour drive was getting ready to erupt.

‘If you turn left and go down a few miles I’m on the left-side of the road across the street from an Office Max.’ I finally offered.

After hanging up I immediately check with the front desk to see if reservations could be transferred from one Marriot to another and the answer was yes BUT, there were no rooms available.

So I did the only thing left to do. I went outside to the road and jumped up and down like a silly clown so my grandkids could see their happy Gramy.

My quest was clear now. To diligently work as no Gramy has worked before - to find a room for her beloved grandchildren. Hotel.com, Orbitz, and Travelocity were going to prove no match for Gramy!

After many happy hugs and exclamations of ‘How much you have grown!’, we passed by the front desk on the way to room 289; a quick check revealed ‘Still no rooms.’ Ha! I secretly harbored in my heart, Just you wait! You haven’t heard the last from me!

So between pillow fights, jumping on the beds and playing Princess I made a few phone calls - no results.

Finally it was time for Mimi and Grampa to head off to the ball field for warm-ups before the game and I needed to follow the bus so I could find my way later. That was the easy part.

Writing down names and the turns of each street as my grandson wrote down landmarks (which included a big tree with no leaves) proved less challenging than reversing the order to get back to the hotel.

A wrong right turn and a wrong left turn ate up precious moments, and by the time I got back to the hotel I was in a controlled tizzy - I didn’t want to miss my daughter’s first pitch of the first game. This tournament was for the Regionals Championship that would lead to The Softball World Series!

I rushed by the front desk on our way to the room as my grandson tried to keep up, and I quickly asked my diligent question. Their diligent answer was the same - ‘No rooms.’

Back in the room we all quickly get ready to go to the game.

One more check at the desk on the way out, and nope, - no rooms.

I almost got to the car and realized I had forgotten my parking pass and rushed back up to the room. Precious time was flying by - again! If only I hadn’t taken those wrong turns! One glance at the desk tells me the answer is still the same.

On my way back down to the lobby after retrieving my pass, I waver. Do I take the time for one more chance before we leave? This is it. They will have to stay at a different hotel after the game. It would be too late for the kids and I didn’t want to miss the first pitch!

I no sooner opened my mouth to speak and the guy behind the front desk said, ‘Yes! A room!’

I wrote down the phone number of the hotel so my Daughter-in-law could work on the switch.

Oh yes ... perfect timing. One wrong right turn, one wrong left turn and a forgotten parking pass. Precious time wasted?

Sometimes the wrong turns in our lives are orchestrated by God’s Perfect timing.

My son got to see his sister, his namesake, play four perfect games. Grampa and Gramy got to watch their grandson master the art of the Doggie Paddle as their grandaughter enjoyed her pink Speedo floaty jacket.

Our family get together melted away the past two years and my grandchildren were able to stay an extra night to see us off that last morning.

Gramy hadn’t expected to cry.

But she did.

Oh, and she didn’t miss a pitch.

Well ... maybe a couple of times ... little ones ALWAYS have to use the restroom at a ball-game!

What else are Gramys for?













Pat Guy
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hebrws416@aol.com









Authors note: My grandson spelled Gramy like this when he first learned how to write. So it stays this way - forever.









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09 Aug 2006
Hi Pat, Oh, I can really relate to this story. It touched my heart so. Your writing is always so "visual." I can always picture it happening in my mind. It is as if I am watching instead of reading. After reading this my arms ache for my grandkids...:) Great job as usual sweetie..:)
Suzanne R 08 Aug 2006
Beautiful - just beautiful. I love the title, too.
Jan Ross 08 Aug 2006
Delightful story! Having six kids and twelve grandkids, I can totally identify with your story! In fact, we had a similar situation with a band competition -- what appeared to be an avoidable delay, God made a way for us. Just goes to prove there are no accidents nor coincidences with our Heavenly Father who cares for every little detail in our life! Thanks for sharing -- you brought back wonderful memories! :)
Amy Michelle Wiley  07 Aug 2006
I love it! Great article, great memories! :-)
Joanne Sher  07 Aug 2006
Pat - I LOVED this - such a neat example of God's perfect timing - and I ADORE that it is a true story!! How can anyone doubt God's sovereignty when they have a life experience like THIS under their belt (and I'd venture to guess that most everyone does - though they may not see it as such!)? Sorry you missed the challenge - but glad I got to read this anyway!




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