Attend to the echoes

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Every working afternoon, like clockwork, I entered the parking garage and began the relentless circle up and then back down through the cement levels. I gave myself an extra thirty minutes before the start of my shift to find a parking spot. When I got tired of circling, I pulled up to a hospital exit and waited, stalking my prey, and following any unsuspecting visitor to their car in a slow-wheeled motion. It usually took the full thirty minutes to find an empty stall in this busy inner-city hospital garage, and often, when not cursing my cruel luck, I spent the time praying.

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  • Janet Rice Ridgeway

    I read this earlier when I saw it linked on Twitter. I appreciate your honesty and reminder. I am learning to attend to the echoes. I’ve ignored them far too long.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Thanks for reading, Janet. I hope the echoes grow loud enough that you can’t ignore them any longer!

  • krysia

    I commented over at “A Beautiful Mess” , but I wanted to add that I love the pictures you take so much. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then yours are worth a thousand and one!! So sweet and meaningful.

    • KimberlyCoyle

      Thanks, Krysia. I’m blessed to have a lot of material to work with. It compensates for my lack of skill with the camera;)