The Latin Festival. It always lend to some great times in the city. I went for the first time a few years ago and wore myself out. This year I had a plan. I would check out Soda City Market early, and return home to rest up for the Latin Festival (which I actually learned of at the market). My main goal was to check out the dancing. While I didn’t participate, I definitely found it quite entertaining, but not in a demeaning way. These dancers can really put on a show!
Work. We all, at some point in life, have to do it. It doesn't matter who you are. Whether you volunteer at the local food bank or one of the richest men in America (and the presumptive GOP nominee), at some point, you will have to work. Ugh. Work requires effort, and too much effort has a tendency to increase stress. I need relief. Where do I find it? You guessed it....behind the camera.
That's how I found myself on this past Saturday. After working eight hours at my full-time job, I needed a mental break. A change of pace. I headed toward downtown Columbia, my stomping ground. I got my buddy on the phone to see if there was anything going on that I was missing. He mentioned that he was at a car show at the speedway. Cool! He also to me that, "The brothers got their cars out here today." I was like, cool! To see more black men with classic cars is awesome.....it's just not something you see a lot of around these parts. So, I'm thinking I'm going to see a Jaguar XKE, a 1964 1/2 Mustang, or a 57 Bel Air....
Yeah. Uh, no. It was not that kind of car show. After paying the entry fee, I crossed over into what would be the highlight of my day. Some of the most creative cars and bikes (and guys and girls....and music) I've ever seen. Here's a small taste of what I saw.
We've all seen them before, people on the side of the road watching and waiting on the police to show up after an accident has happened. Someone's calling the police while someone else is telling the person(s) involved that everything is going to be alright. It's commonplace and a good thing to do. God knows I would want someone to do that for me if I was in distress. But you know what I would love even more....if someone would pray for me. That brings us to today. I planned on driving up to my dad's house and helping him out with something on his honey-do list. As I headed up the interstate, I noticed cars pulled to the side of the road and smoke rising from something I couldn't see. There were no police or emergency vehicles. Not good. This is what I saw.
By this time more emergency personnel are showing up, some to assist the victim, others to manage the traffic. There's a civilian that jumps out to help. She gets right into the mix, aiding the paramedics and firemen.
Did you see that? The lady praying outside of the fence?
And just like that it was over. I left moved. Touched. By an Angel.