Ever have a morning where you wake up and so much crap happens that you think: either the day is going to be awesome because all the bad things are out of the way, or it's going to be the worst day ever, so brace yourself? That happened to me not too long ago. Follow me on this: First, this chick (I use the term loosely, as she sounded about 80) called me screaming, saying I was calling her at 2, 3 and 4 in the am, and how she was going to report me. To whom, the phone police? Whatevs. I tried to rationally explain that I was not calling her, there must be something whacky going on with the phone lines, and that I'd be happy to help her figure out what the issue was. But, she continued screaming, and then she conferenced in some guy from maybe her telephone company as she was explaining to him the same thing. Ever tried having a rational conversation with an irrational person? We know what the bible says about that, so I finally hung up and went on with my day. I load the 4yo in the van, on my way. Until the car doesn't start. Seriously? No problem, I'll just take my "Italian Job" car. I unload and then reload. All set! Not!!!!! I press the button to open the garage door--POP!! What was that?? THAT was the bolt popping out of the garage door, and the door NOT opening! That would be #3. Insert bad word here. Insert several of them. I began to think of all the money I was gonna have to spend on new car batteries, new garage doors--it's Christmas for goodness sake. SMH. I freak out in my head, not on the outside, as I'm trying to teach my 4yo to remain calm in all situations. Sigh. Well, I happen to be talking to a buddy of mine who happens to be in the neighborhood and offers to come check things out. He was able to fix the door, give me a jump, and have the kiddo and me on the road again. He said, "Fear not. NBD (no big deal). You just weren't supposed to leave the house. Now, it's safe to leave. You're good." Wow. From what was I being saved? Man, God is always working on my behalf. Even when I don't deserve it. I was reminded of the Final Destination movies. I was the guy that didn't make the plane (yay). So, here's the thing. I had the opportunity to stop on my own after the van didn't start, but I kept pushing. Even when the door wouldn't open, l was still trying to figure I out. Trying to push the door open, trying to use my secret powers to make the van start. Clearly, I was being told to just chill for a minute. When are you being told to just chill, to just wait for a minute? To let the Big Guy handle things. But us control freaks, we keep pushing. Listen to me: heed the warnings. Accept the help. Sit still sometimes. It's really ok. Take that breath that you don't get to take. Lucky for me, nothing earth-shattering was on my schedule. I rearranged a few things and kept it moving. Did you realize that life really can be that easy? When things don't go our way, it's cool. Make a few phone calls, rearrange a few things. If I think about it, things usually end up better when they happen that way.
Oh yeah, btw, a fourth thing happened. I sat a cup of coffee on the garage floor while I looked for the bolt that fell out. Of course, my big white GS ran past and knocked it over. Just like that, coffee (more like creamee, becuase I put more cream than coffee) all over the floor. I didn't mention it early, as it would mess up the name to this entry. Just sayin...
Talk soon.
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