Merry Christmas' Eve's Eve.

Today has been an interesting day so far.

Mitch and I woke up around the crack of noon. We then switched off between taking showers and playing New Super Mario Brothers. World 9-7. It took about 28 lives, 20 mushrooms, and about 6 stars to pass.

Ridiculous.

Our plan for the day, among other things, was to have lunch with an old friend from Catalina. Mitch gives her directions to La Hacienda, and we head over there. When we got there, Mitch had missed a few of her calls. He called her back, and it turns out she had rear ended someone while getting off of the freeway.

Turns out our friend saw the homeless man at the end of the off ramp. She then realized, "Hey, I have some oranges I can give him!" She then reached down in front of the passenger seat to get them, thus taking her eyes off of the road. She slammed her tiny Buick into the back of a Chevy Avalanche. The hitch of the avalanche dominated the front part of her car.

Two people in the accident. Both were okay. Two cars in the accident. Or, rather, one car and a tank. The Avalanche appeared nigh unharmed.

The panhandling man at the end of the off ramp (i.e. the only witness) took off and was nowhere to be seen.

Anyways, we immediately realized a quick, "Hey!" (lunch) "Well, see you later!" was out of the question.

So her car was towed to Mitch's family's shop. We went to lunch while Mitch's dad proceeded to fix her car. When we got back, they had it running just well enough to drive. With a hilariously janky left headlight and blinker. We saw her off, and came home.

All facts taken into account, the moral of the story is: Compassion for the homeless is bad luck.

Just kidding.

But really though. Moral of the story (and every story for that matter): Accident or no accident, Jesus' Love for us is the same.

And you can take that one to the bank. Or anywhere else you'd like to go.