I'm going to start off this report by telling you about a little miracle that happened to me on Sunday, August 19, 2007 at Church Under the Bridge (CUB), a weekly church service offered as part of a ministry to the street people here in Austin, Texas where I live, which takes place literally under a highway bridge downtown, across the street from the local police station. In addition to regular attendance and other forms of participation, I help a friend who has a supplemental ministry that involves preparing and distributing, among other things, bags of hygiene items to the homeless for whom such things are an uncommon luxury. That day she'd planned a distribution and I'd promised to help. By way of a little background I should mention I have a serious spider phobia, have had it since childhood. I'm terrified of spiders. Terrified. Embarrassing at my age, but well, there it is. I know it makes no sense but then that's the nature of phobias. So that morning around 9:45 am, getting ready to leave for CUB, I had slipped into my shoes (the non-tie, easy slipon kind), which were by the back door, and started into the kitchen to head out to the garage when the middle toe on my right foot started hurting, then really HURTING!
"Darnit," I thought, fire ants," and impatiently pulled off my right shoe only to see a huge wolf spider fall out of it and scurry off across the kitchen floor.
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