McAllister's Deli and the gospel tract....

OK, without going into a lot of detail, I will tell you the story of how I became the recipient of a Roman Road to Salvation tract....
Last weekend, the recovering pastor and I were invited to a social gathering at a restaurant.  I was iffy on going, but ultimately, we decided to go.  All was well until we got to the restaurant and went back into the smallish room with the party of 14 (of which we were a part of) and another party of 14ish.  Seated at our table were 2 couples that we knew and 4 we did not.  I don't know what triggered it, but massive anxiety attack ensued after sitting down.  Chest hurting, couldn't breath, felt very conspicuous, thought I was going to burst into tears at any minute.  Being the fantastic man that he is, my husband decided we should leave.  Yep, we had been there maybe 8 minutes.  So, he made our sorry's to the hosts, and we took off.  Immediately upon leaving the restaurant, I began to feel better.  So we sat in the car for a bit, then decided that we had driven all the way to Champaign, let's try to make the best of it.  So we wound up at McAllister's Deli - home of some of the best house wine of the south (sweet tea) there is.  It was relatively quiet there, and we chose a table away from everybody.  We began talking about what had happened, trying to process  my feelings, and it all came out, the ugly cry.  You know the one, where you really want to just wail, but you can't because of where you are, so you try to hold it in and just let it out little bits at a time.  Then it happened.  A young lady, perhaps in her early 20's, walked up to me, leaned over to me and said, "I couldn't help but notice that you are crying, and I just want you to know.....Jesus can help" and slipped a Roman Road to Salvation tract over to me, looked at me we these sorrowful eyes.

I just looked at her, unable at that moment to figure out what to say.  Finally I muttered a 'thank you' as she walked off.  My husband asked what she had given me.  It was then that I looked at him and said  "You have married the freak that has a breakdown in the middle of McAllister's Deli, and gets a gospel tract given to her.  That is who you are married to!!"  And then we both dissolved in laughter.  And I don't think I will be going to McAllister's Deli any time soon.