Okay... now that I've finished writing about attending my medical appointment with my eye specialist, last Thursday, I want to tell you about the rest of my day.
As prearranged, I met with a mortgage broker friend of mine, M.
I've known M for several years now, ever since when I was actually doing mortgaging myself, and had hired and given her a first, basic training. By the way, if you are in need of mortgaging help, please let me know and I will refer you to M, who is now a fully-licensed mortgage broker. She is also a born-again Christian believer.
At first, when I told M my eye appointment was at 8:00 a.m. she laughed and said WHO has a medical office open at that time in the morning?! lol I explained and we agreed to meet about 8:30 a.m. at her home, which was close to my medical appointment.
M graciously made us breakfast and tea, so we could begin our meeting on a tasty note.
All in all, we had a good and productive meeting.
We strategized about marketing as a team; she with mortgages and me with real estate. After developing a plan of action, I made my way home close to noon, to do what I needed to do, there.
Leaving a little later than I wanted, it was after 3:30 p.m. when I finally left home, to travel across the border to Michigan, USA.
As per my plan, I had an early dinner at my favourite Mexican restaurant, in Detroit. Mexican Town Restaurant serves great food, is reasonably priced and the service is great!
It wasn't long before I was on the highway, making my way to Pontiac, MI.
My plan was to visit a Christian bookstore, there. Later, I thought I would easily make my way to Bloomfield Hills, which is only minutes away.
The best of plans are sometimes thwarted, as was my plan, last Thursday.
Within a few minutes of being on I-75, the interstate highway that would lead me to my destinations, the traffic came to a dead stop. Literally.
It didn't take long for me to think about the last time I had been in traffic such as this was. Actually, it had been years ago, when I was in the Toronto and suburban areas.
In Windsor, we certainly do not have traffic jams. Well, at least not like they are in larger cities.
While this traffic jam on I-75 wasn't nice, it certainly wasn't as bad as one I had been in, at about 9:00 p.m. in the Los Angeles area many, many years ago!
Still, I began feeling stressed. I reminded myself that I need to stay calm and not become upset. Listening to Christian radio helped. Praying and reminding myself that God is in control of everything, helped the most.
I have more to say about my international trip, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
Until next time...
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