Yesterday, I was driving down towards the beach to stop at our local Comcast Cable office to pick up a HDTV cable box. I have to admit, I was pretty excited. The Steelers played last night and I was going to watch them in HD. As I sat at the light, a block or so from the office, my car stops running. Completely stops. And it won’t start back up.
I got out my car and motioned to the cars behind me that I the car wasn’t moving. Then I pushed my car off to the shoulder, more or less. I tried starting the car again, but with no luck. So I proceeded to call AAA to send out a tow truck because there was no where else I could push the car. Within minutes, I had a State Trooper behind me. Everyone was rubbernecking to see what kind of trouble I had gotten into. Speeding? Drug Bust? Texting while driving? DUI? Nope, just a boring breakdown.
The tow truck driver was very nice and helped me get my car back to my friends garage, and even drove me a mile back to my house. Now we wait to hear what the damage is. I guess there is a chance that the car is dead and that I might have to go find a new one. This would be very sad for 2 reasons. First, it would cost a lot of money that we were not planning on spending right now. Second, I have had that car since the summer before my Senior Year of college. We’ve been together for nine and a half years and nearly 160,000 miles. It is my last surviving item from college that I regularly use.
I have to admit, when I first broke down and the car wouldn’t start, I was truly thankful. Sounds strange. Each Tuesday morning, I leave the house early for a 98 mile trip up to my seminary. I drive the ever busy I-95 as well as the Blue Route. On Wednesday, I take the Skukyll, Blue Route, and I-95 back home. Every once in a while I see a car that is disabled along the side of the road. More than once, I have offered a prayer to God requesting that I would not break down while on a trip to Philly for school. God answered my prayers! Rather than breaking down in Philly, I broke down a day early in a place where it was easy to get off the road and a tow truck came in under 30 minutes. That would not have happened in Philly. (As an added bonus, no one flipped me off or called me names that I can’t repeat here like they would’ve in Philly).
Thank you God for you mercies which are new every morning! Thank you that even though I dread the thought of replacing the car, that the car broke down in a place that was safe and less stressful than where I am going tonight. Continue to provide safety on all my travels. Your grateful child, Steve. Amen.