As a teen I suffered with depression and bipolar among other things. It was hard for me to see the light at the end of the tunnel, much less to see the light seeping through a crack along the way. I've learned that you have got to look for that light or you will live a very depressed life and always always wonder, "Why does it always have to be me?" It's quite relieving to see that light now.
Just yesterday my car broke down. It was a test. I HAD to look for the light. There were so many lights!
Thankfully, there were three lanes at this location. Also, I didn't have the kids. I've always wanted to pull over on the side of the interstate to explore and take pictures. It wasn't blistering hot. There was a gentle breeze. It was a nice day. It was not raining. I had my phone with me. It wasn't dead. I had signal. I didn't get hurt. I was already in the right lane.
There were so many things to be thankful for. Once I got out of the car and had called for help, I started exploring. I took some pictures. Discovered some shells. I wonder what in the world these shells were doing there. It doesn't look like a location that would gather moisture.
Picked some flowers...
My husband, +Justin, came to get me.
He tried to figure out what was wrong with the car. He was afraid the motor had locked up. There was no oil in it. We'd hoped that just adding some oil into it would fix our problem, but it didn't, so then we tried to jump the battery, but that didn't work either.
The motor WAS locked up. We had to call someone to come and get our car.
Overall, the experience was an exciting one. I missed my physical therapy appointment and we no longer have a working van, but I can't say that this adventure wasn't fun.