Three of these pictures have an interesting story. Top left, bottom left and bottom right. Cathi and I were trying to visit a sister who lived in an apartment in probably the busiest part of Chicago that we had ever visited. The traffic was horrendous, and as Cathi says the sound of the city were all around us (honking, honking and honking!) Navigating through this is very trying and we were unable to find a parking spot (less than $30) and to top it off, our GPS failed us. I just had to drive in one direction until we could pull over and get our bearings. We were near the city amusement park and pulled off into an area which we assumed was an exit for the park. I turn around through some cones and stopped behind a car parked just past the exit and turned on our emergency lights. Cathi contacted our appointment who wanted us to come back and she would hand off the food she had prepared for our visit but I was not eager to revisit that stress. While she and Cathi talked on the phone a police officer walked up to our window and informed me that it is illegal to pause here and we had to leave. I just looked at him and said, "We are so lost!" He obviously realized our distress as he asked if he could direct us out of this place and back to where we needed to go. I said, that we just want to go home. He assured us we were not in trouble (I had assumed we were) and that this was ta guarded facility as it was the municipal water plant and we were not allowed to be here. He looked at me and said that he had a better idea. We could leave our car there and he would watch it as he wanted us to take a path right by our car which led to a park. He said it was the place that many wedding/bridal/engagement pictures are taken. He said we should relax and enjoy the scenery as Chicago has much to offer. Obviously he could tell our stress was extremely high. We agreed and walked the park for 30 min. It turns out this park was in honor of Milton Olive, he first black man to receive the Medal of Honor (posthumously) when he jumped on a grenade in the Vietnam War to save his platoon. I had read about this individual when I was in grade school. Mom had let me order a scholastic paper back book when I was in fourth grade (this is when I got the Encyclopedia Brown books) which was a story of all the Medal of Honor winners. The walk was very healing and we were so thankful for Officer Cosey and his loving help. We gave him a the small loaf of pumpkin bread we were going to give the sister. Another tender mercy from Heavenly Father. Just a side note we told the sister that we would tell the local missionaries to drop by her house in our place. They said the food was plentiful and they ate the food and the parking ticket they received ($185).
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