Mother was driving back to our home in Olustee, Oklahoma, from the larger town of Altus. My sister Carolyn and I were in the back seat. I had my head out the window on the driver’s side, facing oncoming traffic. Mother told me to get my head back into the car. I did. Soon it was back out again, several times, until a cattle truck passed. A cow shat at the exact time for it to hit me square in the face: “bullseye!”
Mother stopped the car — not to clean up my face — but to laugh! She willed this—another example of how she spoke directly with the Almighty.
