I was walking down the street and I found my favority black blazer jacket (I wear this jacket with my suites not fancy - just a plain black jacket).
It was on the ground in dog urine and poop.
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I picked the jacket up try to shake some of the poop off, knowing that I would have to take it to the cleaners.
A young minster friend of mine (one that God allowed me to mentor) was standing with me and I was asking him if he could help me try to remove the poop from the jacket - both of us knowing that it would have to go to the cleaners afterwards.
End of Dream.
Zadok