Continuing from yesterday's blog post –
I'm sitting in front of the pet store with a dead battery and the dog
in the back seat.
By a miracle of the Lord (can't give
the details on that) the car started back up – but it was making a
horrible noise and seizing up. I was only able to drive to the next
spot over and park it again. This car was not going anywhere.
There was a lady getting into her car
across the street. I called to her and asked her if she knew if there
was a mechanic's place around. She walked over to me, sort of
laughed, and said, “Yes, actually, there is a mechanic shop just
around the corner. In fact, my son-in-law works there.” So she
agreed to drive over there and see if he was working.
She came back a few minutes later and
said that he was working there at the moment. So we lifted the dog
into her back seat and she drove me over there. She introduced me to
her son-in-law who we will call D. She was on her way to run a 2K for
charity and I thanked her for all her help.
D told me that they would be able to
look at my car, but that they were super busy and it may be awhile.
He pointed to a big sign across the street. He told me I could call
the number on the sign and a tow truck driver should answer and be
able to tow my car from in front of the pet store back to the
mechanics. So I called the number. The tow truck guy met me back at
my car and in 15 minutes my car was at the shop. I paid the tow truck
driver and thanked him. That was literally the fastest tow truck I
have ever experienced in my life.
There is a gas station near by that use
to serve biscuits and gravy so I left my phone number with the front
desk lady and walked over there. As I was looking for a place to tie
the dog, a woman came out of the gas station store and asked if she
could give my dog a treat. I said, “Yes, please!”
The woman told me there was no
restaurant inside the store, but gave me the rest of the dog treats.
I thanked her and walked back to the shop. I sat down to wait.
Normally when this kind of stuff
happens I would literally be freaking out. This is the kind of
situation that just the wait alone and not knowing how long it would
be, would be hugely stressful for me. But I was not stressed at all.
I felt very peaceful. This was the solution that the Lord had chosen
for the car. I wasn't broke down on the side of the road, I was in
town and people were put in my life to help and everything was just
falling into place.
At the end of the day the diagnosis was
what I thought, but the parts were already located and could be there
by Tuesday. It was going to be X amount of money. So I agreed. They
assured me that someone could come and pick me up and bring me back
when it was time to pick up the car. D drove me home and we had a
great conversation. He was born in town and grew up there and never
left like most of his friends. He was happy living there and it was a
great community. I told him he is actually lucky to not be subjected
to most of the crazy out there. He seems like a real good kid.
So there you have it! Situation
handled. Thank You God!
