Everyone who has gone to Sunday School is familiar with the hymn, "For His Eye is on the Sparrow and I Know He Watches Me"

A couple of days after I came home after a little under five weeks at the Frontier Rehabilitation facility I was awakened about 6:30 in the morning. I had what is known as a kidney call. As I was heading for the bathroom I heard the garbage truck coming down Oak Street. I wasn’t sure but I suspected that our garbage bin needed to be emptied. After attending to the first necessity I put on my robe and slippers, grasped my hated four legged cane and went out through the garage and opened the lid of our garbage bin.

Sure enough the bin needed to be emptied. I grasped the garbage bin and wheeled it out to the street where we leave it for the garbage truck. Hoping against hope that our neighbor’s can was not emptied, I looked at her bin and it was empty. I knew that in 15 to 20 minutes the truck would come up the other side of the street. To make absolutely sure I hobbled across the street to check on my across the street neighbor’s bin. Sure enough it was still full and I just had to bring our bin across the street. Unfortunately all the crossing of the street had sapped what little strength I had.

I tried to move my garbage across the street. I had just managed to move it down into the gutter and that was as far as I could move it. I had just asked God if he would help me get my garbage across the street.

Just then I heard an Angel say "Herb, are you having trouble? Herb can I help you?"

"O Margaret, can you ever help me." Margaret Ederer our next door neighbor was over at her bin for something or other.

I asked her if she would take my garbage across the street, which she did. My angel is not just a wonderful neighbor but is also a Catholic nun.

That afternoon Fay went over and brought our garbage container home. Our garbage crisis was over.

The next day I asked Margaret, "What in the world were you doing out at your garbage at 6:45 in the AM?" She said she was just bringing out one more small bag of garbage. That’s what she thinks. God and I know He put her there to save her poor disabled neighbor. As I was writing this a Sunday school hymn popped up. Where was that eye on this sparrow in the morning of October 18th. That was the time I fell and broke both my left hip and shoulder.