EXCERPT: “I met Pastor Carter on a bus stop in 1968 in Philadelphia when I was nineteen years old. He was stopped at the light and he asked me why I was on the bus stop so I asked him why he was driving.” Louise said as both the ladies chuckled. “I didn’t want to tell him I was just resting from my one mile walk and I still had another mile to go. I was raised by my grandparents because my mother had so many other kids that she couldn’t care for me. I knew money was really tight so I took the bus to school in the morning and walked home afterwards. With the bus fare I saved I used that money to buy food for the house.” Louise said as she took a cookie off the tray. “Anyway, I would see Pastor Carter every day and he would offer me a ride but I always turned him down. Then on one day I didn’t see him pull up at the normal time and I actually thought something happened to him. I heard what sounded like a doorbell and I turned around to see Pastor Carter riding his bike while pushing a pink one with a bow on it for me.” Louise remembered that day just like it happened yesterday. “I married him six months later. He saw I needed more than just a ride every now and then so he went and did something to help me. I rode that bike until the tires literally fell off and my husband Pastor Carter put them back on again.
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