My Car Battery Died.

Dear me. I got distracted. We had a visitor at my house this weekend. It was good because they were there to work and help fix the house. It is remarkable how much ambient destruction a single home can go through. I moved my car out of the way and parked it along the road. It sat there for three days.
This morning, I got up, like I normally do. Made lunch. Dressed. Grabbed the needfuls. Walked outside and got in the car and turned the key. Like I normally do. Nothing. Car didn’t turn over, didn’t turn on, radio silence—as they say in the bis. Battery was dead. I gave it another shot and then grabbed the keys for the other car. I’m not a huge fan of such changes. And specifically, changes that happen early in the morning.
It threw off my groove. I dearly wish I had a peasant [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tePa0CI478k] to throw out a window to make my life easier. Sometimes I feel like modern technology has removed us from the simpler ways of life. 

This was one mark. Someone at work quit. Suddenly. I’d heard about it, but then I came in and saw their desk—frozen in time. Like he’d been sucked up by the rapture. Called into heaven by Jesus, and left the rest of us behind. That was a bummer. A second one. 

I spoke to a friend and he was having a rough day. There’s never a lot that you can do in those situations. They don’t want you to solve it. If it were that easy to solve, they’d likely be asking about a math problem. Which again, I’m not going to be much help with. But even then, there is a desire to help. But again again, that’s not what my friend was after. He just wanted a friend. I think I was able to accomplish that much. At the end, I’m not sure if that’s an extremely high bar, or a low one. 

I got home. Car was still not working. My friend was still having a rough day. The guy had still quit. Frozen in time back at his desk. I tried jumping the car again. No change. Perhaps the cables were bad. We’ve had them for 500 years. But again, troubleshooting cars feels to me like trying to pin a donkey to the wall with a crayon. It doesn’t work and I feel like a child. 

We went to Walmart, got new ones, grabbed food on the way home. Tried jumping again, and still no change. Lights would blink on for the car, but it wouldn’t start. It was a bummer of a day. A neighbor stopped by. He drives by in his golf cart and waves. We have a wonderful relationship. I think you all would aspire to it. He handed me a jump starter and said try it. He’d bought it at a pawn shop. I hooked it up, and immediately it started. Just like that. I could almost hear the sun rising on this bummer of a day. 

This neighbor and his golf cart rode in like Jesus, returned from the rapture, and then drove off into the sunset. Another soul saved. I was scared to ever turn my car off. Kind of like that lucky penny you find. You never want to think about how it’s not even worth the metal it’s stamped on. But I think after all this. There was a message in this day. I’m not sure what it was. Perhaps it’s that after all, despite all the little things going against me, one thing went for me. Really. That made all the difference.