Though, of course, she was not perfect, from the time she was a little girl she had been fairly good about following the rules. She colored within the lines and generally did what society expected. As she grew, however, she learned to also listen to a quiet voice--some might call it conscience, others guiding light; she preferred Holy Spirit--that sometimes directed her to do things that were a bit outside the ordinary. Acting on promptings never steered her wrong, but determining where her thoughts originated could be tricky; was her idea some half-baked notion from her own mind, or was it something God was directing her to do?
That was the question she asked herself as she slowed the car and rolled the window down for the large black man--a stranger to her-- who was waving her down from the side of the residential street (not in her neighborhood). At his request for a ride to the bus stop, she said a silent prayer, felt calm and at peace, and opened the door.