Ready. Set. BLOW!

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What a way to start July. As I am driving from the parental unit's house to my own, Brookie and I blow a tire on the freeway. I was unable to pull on the shoulder due to some construction work, causing me to stop dead in the middle of the slow lane on a downgrade of the freeway. Can you say "SCARY"???

Thankfully, the construction workers pulled Brookie out of the backseat while I climbed through my front passenger window to safety. Here we waited for my good friend to arrive for help. Both Brookie and I were instantly relieved to him there as he swooped in like a superhero. As I waited for the CHP and AAA to arrive, my friend took Brookie home so she could decompress.

Once my car was off the highway and in a safe place to change the tire, AAA got to work. Although my dad had told me HOW to change a tire, I had never actually done it before so I was a bit apprehensive to try myself. So when the AAA guy suggested he change the tire, I was more than happy to let him do it. As I watched him work, I thought about how nice it is to have a guy around that can take care of things that I are not easy for me. It was that moment that I understood the meaning of yin and yang and how people in a relationship should complement one another by being able to fill in the spaces the other cannot. It's not about opposites attracting, because they don't. It's about being able to provide someone with the things they need.

Man. I really need to learn to cook!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Swooped like superman! Its fun saving a damsel in distress. Glad you all were ok.
July 20, 2009 at 5:13 PM
Anonymous said…
I can cook and I tried to change that tire for you.
July 20, 2009 at 6:59 PM
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