Speaking of bridges........when I first found my biological family (prior post) my two sons and I decided to drive to Georgia to see them. At one point, my eldest (16 years old at the time) decided to turn the wheel over to me so he could rest. Now, this young man had just acquired his license to drive and I was already proud of him for putting that vehicle on the highway like a pro. So, it became my turn. I was doing fine until I came upon this particular bridge (which I found out a few years later it was called Nickajack Lake, Tennessee) - PANIC ATTACK!! I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would suffer like that while in the middle of this damn bridge, which seemed to go on...................forever!! I was actually STRICKEN with fear. I was doing that slobbery cry where you can't seem to catch your breath. I think I was moving at a snail's pace with traffic (including semi trucks) jetting past me at 100 mph (not really, but it sure seemed like it). Thank God, that bridge did not collapse. Both of my sons woke up and attempted to calm me, and as soon as I was able to make it to the end of that bridge, my eldest took over and got me to my mama's house in Columbus, GA with the ease and talent of a professional race car driver!!

My prayers go out to all the people of 35W in Minneapolis, my home town, my old stomping grounds. I was just on that bridge 3 days prior to its collapse.