Her name came to the top of the list. And that was that. In 30 days, a Native American Baby Boomer in Arizona will take possession of a huge apartment with tile floors and all utilities included in the under-$300 rent. From her second-floor balcony she will watch the sun set.
It was five years ago that she had applied at the complex which had subsidized units for the disabled. Then she forgot about it until today. The call came. A friend drove her there. She signed the lease. In about two weeks neighbors such as myself will scramble around the package stores for cartons and then help her pack.
How hard was it to wait? That's what I asked her. She told me that she didn't wait. She simply lived her life. This was just one of the myriad miracles which had been occurring on a regular basis since her eight-year-old son died decades ago.