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This weblog is a tribute to the people I have met during my 30 years of travel. Most are nameless, but all have touched my heart in a special way. Their actions may seem insignificant to you, but when I was lonely or lost or tired, these small acts meant everything to me. From time to time, I'll share stories of other people I've met who have also touched my heart. I hope you appreciate their stories as I share my adventures with you.

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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Help! Bail Bondsman to the Rescue
There is only one time in my life that I needed a bail bondsman, and the circumstances were quite unusual. When I ventured into downtown Minneapolis one afternoon, getting “bailed out” was the furthest thing from my mind. 

Let me explain. After several days of seminars in Minnesota, two colleagues and I decided to spend our last evening shopping downtown before an early dinner. As with all big cities, parking spots were at a premium, so we left Agnes off at the shoe store before searching for a parking spot. Success! Danica and I finally found a small parking lot a little off the beaten path, but certainly within walking distance of the stores and restaurants. The neighborhood looked a little seedy, but Danica and I had both lived in big cities, so we weren’t intimidated. And it was still daylight. We set off in the direction of the big buildings, but needed to walk along some smaller side streets to get there. After walking 2 blocks, we passed a small restaurant, and a man (as in unsavory looking character) lurking in the doorway “befriended” us. Let’s just say he wasn’t our type, but we were polite. We assumed he worked in the restaurant until a lady from the bail bond office next store came running out and told us to keep walking. She explained that nicely dressed women shouldn’t be walking around in this part of town, and escorted us to the safer part of the city.

After thanking her, we called Agnes with specific instructions not to leave the store until we could meet her. It was her first week on the job, and we didn’t want any more misadventures.

After our escapade, you might ask why we didn’t shop at Mall of America. Good question. We never thought of it!
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