February 6, 2006

• Well, it was a beautiful warm, sunny day, but despite the beauty, I hadn’t quite envisioned myself venturing out to take a walk to enjoy it…but that’s exactly what I found myself doing this morning.

  
  

  I guess in the growing up process of life, there are circumstances that come up that force you to act in a “grown-up” way and make “grown-up”decisions. Today was one of those circumstances. Well, on my way to work, the car broke down. There I was happily driving down the road, when suddenly– no power. Our family van stopped responding to my gentle, yet urgent presses on the accelerator. I immediately began to calmly panic and pulled over to the side of the road.  

  
  

  So, what do you do? Yeah, just whip out your trusty cell-phone, right? Haha…not this girl. She doesn’t have one! So there I was, faced with my “grown-up” situation. Yes, yes, my inclination was to sit there like a little girl and cry, but realizing that no amount of salt-water would send anything to help me, I tried to seize this perfect opportunity to practice being a mature adult. So, I sat there in complete perplexity for a few minutes, but soon came to the conclusion that no amount of sitting was going to get me anywhere, either back home or on towards work. So, I began my long, lonely walk towards the nearest house. As I trudged down the road, all illusions to a a friendly and helpful community died a sad death in my mind, since not a soul along the way stopped to lend a hand to the lone girl “out for a stroll” down the busy highway.

  
  

  But bless the lady at the one house – that house that I never thought I would see any closer than from the road while driving by!! She let me use her phone (repeatedly, as in my dire moment of need, nobody was answering their phones!!) and was kind enough to let me camp out in her front yard till my next mode of transportation came.

  
  

  Well, long story short, I stood at this kind stranger’s house till I was picked up, taken home to report the sad happenings of my morning…and then back to work, where I was rather late…but as it was my “boss” that actually had to come get me, it was ok.

  
  

  Moral of the story?

  
  

  1) Always bring walking shoes with you when you drive somewhere

  
  

  2) Make sure your boss is a good friend, and doesn’t mind dropping everything to come and get you, when you are supposed to be at her houses tutoring her kids.

  
  

  3) Umm….anybody want to hook me up with a cell-phone??

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