Divine intervention

Friday, October 5, 2012

Miraculous. That's what it was. And although it occurred several years ago, my husband Dave and I know there was no other explanation. It was 1981. We were living in Incline Village, Nev., and Dave had just been released from the California Angels baseball team. At the age of 32, he was concerned his pitching career might be over. I was not "concerned." I was bedridden. In the fetal position. We were not financially ready for his career to end. When I finally dragged myself into the world of the living, I began scanning the want ads for waitress positions at local restaurants.

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