Over three years ago, we were crossing a small bridge on a gravel road in the delta when Penny yelled out that she saw an alligator. Since then, every single week we stop on the bridge and look. For. Three. Years. Every. Single. Week.
Penny thought I didn't believe she saw a gator. I did. I had already heard of the gator that lived in that ditch. Anyway, she would comment from time to time that she really did see one. Then Sunday, we stopped as usual. "Do you see anything?" she asked.
"Yes, there he is," I shouted as I reached for my phone only to discover I had left the phone at home. "Your phone," I said excitedly. "Give me your phone," I pleaded.
She did. It took me a few seconds to get a shot as the gator was making his way under the roadway. So I got a picture, a piece of one.
This was all I got. |
Thank you, Jesus.
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