Thankful for a dead battery?

A week ago Aaron and the Boy were supposed to go to Mexico for the day. Aaron was meeting with an orphanage director there to consult about the self sustaining model we’re working on for Thailand, and a bunch of Korean pastors were going too. (It’s a really well run orphanage. They were there to learn how to set one up in N. Korea.) He decided to take the Boy along.

They woke up early, got ready to go, said goodbye and walked out the door. Fifteen minutes later they walked back in. Our not very new truck wouldn’t start. While fiddling around trying to figure out the problem Aaron found a loose wire and connected it again. But the truck still wouldn’t start. He called AAA, I called his parent’s house. I know that they routinely head in our direction on Tuesday. His sister agreed to drive by and give him a boost, and lend him her car if necessary so he could make his meeting.

The car started, so the boys left, and lovely Fair Haven (Her blogging name. You should go and look at some of her paintings.) decided to drive the girls and I around on our get ready for the Boy’s party errands.

While we were getting ready to leave Aaron called from the road to say, “I wonder how long I’ve been driving on only 5 cylinders.”

It turns out that that the car we thought was almost dead, couldn’t accelerate up hills, and had the engine light on all the time isn’t as dead as we thought. That loose wire was the problem and now it’s running fine.

We had to replace the battery this weekend because it was very weak, but our car is running well for the first time in months. AND we got to spend the morning with Kallee and get things done.

I never thought I could be thankful for a dead battery. Just goes to show that it is possible to give thanks in all things I suppose.

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2 thoughts on “Thankful for a dead battery?

  1. I had an experience over the weekend, where my hubby had headed to Kelowna and I was driving near Victoria, and all of a sudden my clutch felt weird, and I just cruised to a stop. Now I'd just had a clutch job a month before. I had to be towed by BCAA and borrow a car while hbe was away, but the wonderful thing was how many people stopped by me, (I was on the oncoming traffic's left turn lane) and offered a boost, a cell phone, and finally 2 teenagers pushed me off out of harms way. It sure restored my faith in humanity and their basic caring about others. So good came out of that as well.

  2. I think that very often what we call the little things are really the most important things. It is all in how one looks at it, as you discovered with that dead battery.

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