Sunday, June 28, 2015

Look On The Bright Side


     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!

     I had dropped off Trace, my four year old, at my "Nanny's" house to play for the day and Colsen, my four month old, was having fun with the babysitter. I had made a huge donation to a local thrift store and I was on my way to my physical therapy. I'd made it 20 minutes up the road and onto the interstate, but soon after getting onto the interstate, there is a nice hill. The van couldn't make it. I was pushing the peddle, but it kept slowing down. I reached for my phone to call my husband who has some knowledge on vehicles and I tried to explain to him what was going on so that I didn't mess up. Should I pull over? Should I try to keep going? Well, the car chose for me. It went slower and slower until we were going 0 mph. I managed to get about 25% off the road.


     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...
     I was enjoying myself so much that a truck driver honked at me as if I'd chosen to just pull over and enjoy myself. I'd found a nice little spot in the dirt to sit down. I was pretty scared I was going to get a sunburn, so I covered myself the best I could with my top shirt. I probably looked pretty funny to all the people driving by.
     I really was enjoying myself. I probably would've never stopped by the interstate, ever, for anything other than an emergency even though it was something that kind of made its way onto my bucket list. I did it! I can cross something off my bucket list! ...Thanks to this adventure!
     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.