My car buying outfit (no we didn’t stop for a beer but we probably could have used one!):
Sometimes blessings don’t bring happiness wrapped up with a joy filled bow. They don’t always come with warm feelings and a side of laughter. Sometimes, blessings come in the form of spilt milk or in our case, a sputtering engine on Main Street and cruising perfectly into a parallel parking spot.
We were four hours away from home and our car was dead. We’re not talking battery dead or run out of gas dead. It was honest to goodness can’t move an inch dead. So why was this a blessing on our supposed to be bulletproof Honda Odyssey minivan? Well, for one, a couple hours later we would have been on a major highway with limited pull off area. Two, we were visiting family and my fabulous sister and brother in law were there to help us. Added bonus? Extra play time with cousins.
There are so many ways this could have happened in a more dangerous or difficult way. Luckily, we knew the van wasn’t going to last for long (even though it only had 150k miles and should have given us quite a few miles more it had not been a reliable vehicle- this wasn’t the first trip to the side of the road by far) and were financially (and mentally) prepared to replace it. If it had happened at home, we may not have had someone nearby to tote around our little family. If it had happened on the turnpike, we may have been in a dangerous situation on a narrow shoulder or worse, an accident.
Sometimes, blessings don’t come in the form of answered prayers. Sometimes, they are an unexpected disaster. And, all you can do is take a deep breath, say a quick prayer, and call the towing company.