Juanita

As I was entering the yellow line station up in Pasadena after spending a wonderful hour at the Zepher (a coffee shop with lots of character) with my friends from Chicago, I met an interesting lady in a wheelchair, who appeared to be in her fifties and was brimming over with happiness. After sitting down next to her in the train, she proceeded to share her life after giving praise to God. Perhaps a little of her youthful joy was due to the fact that at the age of eighteen she had an accident and lost all of her memory. All of it. She had to relearn how to walk, how to talk, and essentially lived a new life, in a new country (when her parents moved to Spain) so that she legally had her name changed from Janet to Juanita. As she grew older, she prayed for a husband and gave God very specific requirements--he had to be a man of God, care for her in her condition (without thinking of her any less because of her affliction), and God answered her prayer with a man who met her right in front of her door.