Although Thailand is a thought that is constantly on the forefront of my mind, I know that I must carry on with life here in the now. Because this is where I am for the moment, and this is where I must be in every aspect of my being. And it is in being here that I have found blessings in the midst of, what some may call, trying times.
For those of you who have read Lynnette's blog, there is an irony in the similarity of our stories, and the fact that they happened around the exact same time. Must be the season for bad brakes (or for mistaking them as such). Last Monday I went into Calgary on my own to spend a bit of time with me, and to reflect and think and be alone. It was normal enough...a jaunt to the mall, a necissary morning latte, and the token trip to the asian supermarket which always results in me giving out my email address to yet another person that I meet. I am beginning to realise that this is just the way in the asian culture. It is not creepy to want someone's contact information upon first being introduced.
Anyway, I got into my car, started the engine and put my foot on the brake, and as I did so something seemed to pop and my brake went all the way to the floor. This was not a comforting feeling.I am in the middle of the city of Calgary with what I think to be a broken brake. I'm no mechanic, but at least I have the sense to know when something's not right. I still had a bit of brakes...I could stop, but only with much force applied to the pedal, so I decided to attempt finding a garage. As I was stopped at a red light I noticed something out of the corner of my eye...the woman in the car beside me was frantically waving her arms and pointing at my front, right tire. I got out to find out what it was she was flailing about for and she proceeded to tell me that my wheel was wobbling badly, then she said, "You can drive on it, but take it home and get your hubby to look at it".
I remember feeling at the exact moment a cacophony of emotion. Absolute terror being one, as I imagined my entire front axle breaking in two, spinning out of control killing about 10 people, and then I die. And absolute elation being another...SHE SAID I HAD A HUBBY!!!!!!! For once in my life I appeared to be my age. In the eyes of this woman, I was an adult.
About one minute later I was stopped at another intersection sobbing quietly on the phone to my dad. He's the hero. He came in and got me!
Now here is where the blessing comes in...after this happened I had no idea how I was going to pay for everything, but I took it into the shop anyway. I got my car back and I got the bill and I only owed $44.95. I couldn't believe it!!! They totally and completely gave me the repairs. Praise God!!!
But like Lynnette, I decided to get a cell phone...I bit the bullet and got myself a little brain cancer machine.
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Holy Shamolies girl, whatta story! Um, so tell me, where is this shop that only charges $44.95?! I am having indescribable grief with my tires, need to bite my own bullet and buy new ones I guess that hold air - novel thought.
Did you actually buy a new brain cancer machine? If not, and if you don't mind a used one for using with a Pay as You Go plan, you could probably have one of our old ones. Todd upgraded his cell on Sunday, his old little flip phone (no fancies on it, no camera or mp3, just a basic phone) is sitting in a box now since he didn't have to trade it in.
Thank heavens for Dads, eh? What would we ever do without 'em?! {{hugs}} And of course you look your age. Cripes! Unfortunately, I look my age as well...
What...your iPod doesn't make phone calls? Phhhht. What a gip.
Jess,
Crazy story! I am thankful that the Lord protected you most of all....but how strange that lady would shout out your hubby could fix it.
Strange in the world we live in that someone would assume that you were married especially when so many people are career oriented now. One day you will be married but for now God has major plans for you getting ready for Thailand.
We should get together soon....I have 3 weeks left of work. Yah and then I will have a bit more free time.
Dana
Dana...
I would love to get together. Just let me know when and where.
Hey, maybe you could take my van to the shop for me and just pretend it's yours and score me some good deals! I tried showing some leg, but the shop guys seemed immune to my charm...
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