the other day our car broke down.
i realized a few things very, very quickly:
#1 – community is important.
we had two people stop to help us on I-40 and half a dozen more texted or called to make sure we were okay. all of these people saw our car . . . not us. isn’t it crazy how we can be associated with something?
#2 – i know nothing about cars.
i didn’t grow up working on cars, i don’t plan to ever learn anything past how to change my own oil and how to fill up the gas tank.
#3 – i love my family.
i certainly didn’t like being stranded (even if it was only momentarily) on the side of a busy road. i like it even less when my family is with me. i want the safe at all times. now, i realize that i can’t keep everyone safe – that i have to trust them to make good decisions – but it’s hard. here, i am mostly speaking about my children, not my wife. i love her a lot, but i already trust her decisions!
here’s where the rubber meets the road . . .
it would have been easy to get down when smoke billowed out from under our hood. or when the temperature gauge continued to rise. or when we were stopped on the shoulder. or when we were getting honked at because we were going 55 in the right lane (not advisable).
but we didn’t. our friends got there too quickly. we forgot all about our car for hours. we just basked in the warm glow of friendships and community.
it was a great day.
