When you think you can't survive but you do

The tiny lady with the elderly black and white bulldog on a leash was peeking over the bush when Jim saw her. 


I was in the middle of watering the flowers at the accident site when Jim pointed her out to me. 
"Les," he nodded, 'I think she wants to talk to you." 
I looked up and smiled. Then I stepped through the tall, dry stalks of Bird of Paradise plants that lined the ...