Mom picked me up at the airport and we headed to her house. The plan was to stay there for the night, get my car the next morning, and then head on into work, back to my normal life. Since the flight was very late, I was especially glad. As we stood in her kitchen at 1 in the morning, with me fresh off the plane from Ukraine, my dear Mom made a comment that released me to go, if God should ever call me somewhere else.
Wow. She had no idea of Steve's challenge to me. But, I told myself, I still had an offer out on a house! Too late to think more. Time to sleep and get over jet lag!