So I had a bit of crazy happen to me earlier this week--and i feel like
i've told this story more times than i want, but i wanna try once more for the good
ol' blog.. and i apologize now for my inability to tell a story in a concise manner--its all in the details, ya know?
I woke up Sunday, just a tad later than i would have liked, but other than affecting the way i would wear my hair for the day, it shouldn't have been that big of a deal. Then i get out to my car and then my neighbor (stalking the opening of my garage door, i guess) runs out to my garage as i am getting in my car and asks if i can give her and her family a ride to their church because they have lost their keys. Besides the fact there are 5 of them, i am running late to meet Hillary so we can prepare music for Children's Church. So I nicely have to decline, wish them well as they look for their keys, and then finally get into my car. I get as far as out of my garage when I realize I have a flat tire.
Thankfully Hillary wasn't too far away and could turn around and come pick me up. We didn't get to church early enough to prepare, but we ran some old songs, the lesson went awesome, and honestly Children's Church ran smoother that Sunday than it has in weeks. Church only got better from there, with a wonderful sermon and meeting a new military couple that just moved here to stay for 3 years. I tried not to scare them away on their first visit, but i have high hopes for them to be my new best friends as everyone seems to be leaving us at the end of the summer. So for now, i just introduced myself, talked a little, and have been praying a lot that they will be back next Sunday.
***I would like to interject here a mid-story moral. The enemy is always there trying to pull us down and keep us from the good things that God has to offer us--and thankfully, a rough start to my morning and a seriously FLAT tire did not keep me from being where I should be and
receiving all the blessings that God had for me.
Now, on with my story--My friend Renee hung out with me all day Sunday to help me with my flat tire issues. After trying to use a compressor to put enough air in it to get the car to Goodyear with no luck, i called on our friends Herman and Lisa, one of the few men not deployed right now, to see if Herman could come over and help me. Herman helped me figure out my next step to taking my full-size but also flat spare to Firestone on base and get a new tire. Then he would come back after church that night to change them for me.
So, all went well at Firestone and i came back home with high hopes for having the flat tire blues fixed before bedtime arrived. If only did I know....
Herman came over and had a terrible time getting off the lug nuts. Apparently, the last time i bought tires, about a year ago at Firestone on base, they tightened the lug nuts on way too tight. So tight in fact, that they stripped the lug nut key and left me with no way to get the tires off my car. That night Herman tried for a long time to get them off until his 9 month old daughter wouldn't stop screaming because she was so tired--and it was pretty late at this point. I finally told Herman not to worry about it and just to go home and take care of his daughter, and that i would find a ride to school in the morning and we could figure it out later.
Thankfully my good friend Marybeth was
available to get me to school the next morning, even though it was a bit of an upset in her
family's morning routine. That afternoon, after a long day on a field trip with SPED preschoolers to the farm, I called Lexus to see what i should do and they said i would have to be towed to their dealership, all the way into Honolulu so they could get the lug nuts off. Towing is so expensive here and by then I was super discouraged.
When I got home from school, the first thing i notice is the litter box sitting in the garage right in front of my door. It is then that my memory comes flooding back from the night before prior to baby Naomi's pitiful crying and my lug nut
catastrophe--i was in the middle of changing out the litter box, which i totally abandoned when everything else started to fall apart. Then by the time we called it quits--i went straight to bed from having an
exhausting day.
So...fearfully, i step into the house, which may i add was very clean from the weekend. Usually if there is a problem with the litter box, the cats find whatever they can dig in and go
shi-
shi there. With everything clean, i realize what had most likely happened and ran upstairs to the bedroom where as i suspected, i find cat
shi-
shi all over the middle of the bed. * and let me just throw in the kicker, just in case this all isn't enough for you--my washing machine is out of operation and has been for a month. So summary thus far is, I have one broken car, no good plan to fix it, cat
shi-
shi all over my bedding, a broken washing machine and no way to get anywhere to wash it.
So, i did what any tired, frustrated and defeated girl would do...sit in the middle of the floor and cry...a lot. I had tried so hard to be strong and not let this little flat tire defeat me, but it did.
It was during this cry that my life started to come back together again. Kim, who is currently on a extended vacation from work, dropped what she was doing and came right over to help pull me back together. Lisa called to tell me Herman wanted to try something else to get the lug nuts off and not to call a tow truck yet--and then very nicely scolded me for not telling them earlier i had a broken washing machine so Herman could take a look at it. Then she offered to wash all my bedding--whew, what would i do without them? Okay...so things are looking up--i can at least function..
From there, Mike calls that night, listens to the whole story--is completely supportive and consoling--he even offers to call
Geico to see if there is anything they can do...and lo and behold an hour later
Geico sends Big Daddy towing with a man, no kidding, that is like 7ft. tall and really big to my garage to solve my problems. Although at first i was very intimidated and slightly nervous about this big man in my garage--he was very kind and helpful and in no way tried to cheat me. Of all the people I have had to deal with here since Mike's deployment, as far as fixing my cars and appliances, this giant was by far my own personal blessing from the Lord. Ya know it can be very unnerving for us as women living somewhere by yourself and having to deal with problems we may not know much about. A lot of times the service technicians and mechanics try to pull things over on us--and we are usually smart enough to know something isn't right, but then we don't know how to fix it or have the right
terminology to call them out on it. So back to my friendly giant...He told me of some places to call to do some price shopping on getting my lug nuts off and he would come back the next day to tow me when i knew what i wanted to do.
Herman, my stand in husband/father (whatever) offered to make the calls for me and help me decide what to do. In the end, we find out it is just as cheap to take the car the dealership as anywhere else. So, Big Daddy Giant Tow Man comes back the next day and tows my car to the dealership. Then both Big Daddy and Lexus call to let me know the car got there safely and then to top it all off...Lexus doesn't even charge me for any of the labor! They got my lug nuts out, changed my tire, installed my new lug nuts and then just handed me teh keys adn told me to have a nice day! Even through all the set backs and worry, the Lord was looking out for me, as he always does.
***Now for the end of story moral (or maybe i should say, moral"s"):
1. Sometimes the Lord brings us down just to pick us up again and teach us that we always need to rely on him for help and trust that he will always take care of us.
2. There are blessings in all of life, the good times and the bad--we just have to find them. Just in those 3 days, i was touched by all of the help my friends here on the island gave to me--from moral support, transportation, washing my laundry, and being the stand-in husband helping me deal with the car and mechanics...someone was there for me at every turn. The Lord really has blessed me here in Hawaii with a wonderful support system. Sometimes it takes little things like this to realize all that we really have.
3. CHECK AFTER YOU GET YOUR TIRES REPLACED --BEFORE YOU EVEN LEAVE THE PARKING LOT--TO MAKE SURE THEY DID NOT BREAK YOUR LUG NUT KEY--IT ONLY TAKES ONE TIME!
okay that's my story. and hopefully the last time i tell it. it really exhausts me just to think about it!
