It's early morning. I'm in the kitchen. It's early November and the window is wide open - well that's Southern Italy for you! The church bells are chiming. Normally a welcome sound but not when your kitchen now doubles as your recording studio! Yes since September I've a radio show where I can play all my favourite music. Sometimes indeed 'Heaven can be a place on earth' And indeed it would seem that the divine did play a part in bringing all this about. Let me take you back.
Back to a cool Spring evening in a small village called Lochearnhead. I'm standing on the side of the main road with my husband, Enzo. Our bags are stacked in a pile on the pavement, with a bouquet of flowers atop (for my mum) We are only 5 miles away from her home. However it seems much further away as the road darkens and the passing cars decrease. My husband was getting desperate.
Clearly it was time to pull out all the stops and dig deep into my bag of tricks. But could I produce what we really required? An Uber Ace card?? Am I a magician???? Clearly not! All I could pull out was paper and pen. All I could think of was to write the name of my village 'KILLIN' in big letters. Taking up my pavement position once again with this unreadable sign. I was clearly hoping for a miracle. Yes, readers, I was living on prayer.
And yet after about only 10 minutes my Crusader knights came into sight. They were Ed. Cullun & Lindsay aboard their trusty steed. Their Trossachs Transporter.
By the time we are passing through Glenogle I've discovered that they had travelled far and wide. Their Trossachs news had reached the whole of the known world via their radio station. Then I called mum and gave my ETA. The feeling of relief that then encompassed me is one I'll never forget! A month ago I finally had the opportunity to play the guid Samaritan myself. When an abandoned dog in my village was threatened with removal to the Canile I stepped in and offered him a home. Johnny came bounding into my life to replace the huge chasm left by the death of Lara. Strangers can of course very quickly become friends. Ed and I have forged our friendship over a deep spiritual conversation one sunny Sunday afternoon. Johnny when he ran behind my mini in distress thinking I was leaving him.
The words of advice 'Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares' from Hebrews 13 came home to me. Indeed where would I be now without the kindness of strangers? I could still be on that dark road in Lochearnhead. Instead I'm in my kitchen with Johnny's head on my lap recording my radio show. In the words of Ed 'Och aye (my life) it is guid!'
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