A 3 Hour Tour

My dad was transferred from the hospital in Indy to a rehab center near us early this week. He left the big city at 2:45, anticipating a 75 minute ride. Well, after three hours, we were worried. Did he end up in the wrong facility? In the wrong city? In the wrong state? My sister-in-law, bless her heart, made many calls trying to locate him. But still, no dad to be found. The hospital was calling, the rehab center was calling, and finally, the transfer vehicle called to report where they were--lost! But he arrived and is now settled in. Please pray for his recovery and that he will be able to transfer himself from chair to chair. Thanks!