Tuesday morning was one of “those mornings,” which is good for the Back Page. I had collected 13 passports to ship overnight to Washington DC for processing Ugandan visas. I was organized: passports, proof of vaccines, receipt of each application. Piece of cake. I had my money order freshly minted from my bank. What can go wrong?

I got to the post office and waited in line. It’s not December, so it’s not too bad. The tricky part is that I must include with the passports a return overnight envelope. So, it’s a couple of address labels to and from the Embassy. And lots of postage. But so far so good. I completed the paperwork in line. I’m ready to go and I’ll be at the counter soon.

I’m not exactly sure what happened next. It is a blur. The next thing I knew was that all 13 passports and International Vaccine cards and printed receipts were scattered over the floor. Everywhere. Nothing was organized any more. The passports weren’t with the receipts. It was a mess. Really? The line was growing and just then I was called to the counter. Of course. I’m in an agitated state by now. I hate holding up a line and being “one of those people.” As I bent over to grapple with my jumbled mess, I was called a second time to the counter. This will not end well.

Suddenly, someone came from back in the line somewhere offered to help. But I knew that voice. I looked up from the floor and you don’t know how welcome the smiling face of Christine Pearson was to behold. We got everything picked up (still a jumbled mess) and I fled to the counter. I met a face that was not amused at my predicament. This didn’t really bode well. But I had already met an angel and was relieved.

I put all the passports in the envelope, but couldn’t find the money order I had just gotten from the bank. I had to take everything back out of the carefully packed envelope. Still no money order. I turned back to where I knew I’d find a sympathetic ear and mouthed to Christine that I’d lost my money order. And then it happened. Angelic experience #2. What a morning. The lady in front of her said that she’d found one outside and turned it in to the post office personnel. Really? I had dropped the check between the car and the counter? Unbelievable (unless you know me very well I guess). It was my check and the clerk thoroughly examined my ID and I slipped the payment into the envelope. Of course we did the whole thing backwards and had to redo things. Again.

What did I learn? You all really do need to keep up those prayers during the medical clinic in Bombo. And, I am going to delegate more. I’m getting better at that – but I’m not going to the post office with passports again. Not without an angel! And just so you know, there is a reason I don’t travel alone to Uganda. Chaos can surround me. But I thank God for two “angels” on Tuesday in the post office.