I Saw the Light!

If I were to describe last week in one word it would be "really really HARD." I was actually really impressed with the cosmic forces' creativity, but I was still confused as to why they had set themselves against me.

Everyday presented a new problem or stress, and I was not happy about it. The worst stress came from my beautiful little car. It had failed me, or at least the lights failed me. Tuesday I was very cranky as I drove home at dusk. By the time I got home, it was dark outside. I pulled into my spot and turned off my lights. Click. Hmm. I didn't really notice a difference. I turned them on again. Clack. Nothing. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. There was no light coming from my headlights.

Great. That is just perfect. I thought as I walked into my apartment. I knew that this was not something I could turn a blind eye to. The fact was without my lights, I really would be blind.

Wednesday I loaded Alex into the car and took him to Jiffylube. "Nope," they told me, "it isn't the bulb. We can't do anything about it." I packed Alex back into the car and drove to Sears. "What are you talking about?" they questioned. "The lights work fine." "So, it isn't the switch or anything?" "You see the lights don't you?" "Well...yes."

I felt incredibly stupid, but I was very pleased that my lights were miraculously fixed at no cost to me. No such luck. Alex's parents got home late that night and I practically flew to my car. Click. There was no light. I wanted to cry. Natalia just called her bishop's wife to take me home. I had to take the bus in the morning to get back.

Now to put this in perspective. I have only ever been on a school bus before, and that was in the suburb of Columbia. Now I was supposed to ride public transportation, around the outskirts of D.C. by myself. I was terrified

I didn't sleep well that night. I had nightmares about riding the bus. My mind tried to work out a way to avoid taking the bus, but my plans were all thwarted by not having a car at my current location.

Thursday I woke up and took the bus... I don't want to talk about it... I will say this however. There should be more advertising when a small bus strike is going on.

I finally got there two hours late. Then I took the car to a garage that the bishop's wife had recommended. It was luckily less then a mile down the rode, and three hours later I was picking up my new and improved car.

All that was left was to pay the bill. $200. I took the shock really well, but Alex started crying. That might have been because I kind of squeezed him. Oops.

As I got in my car Thursday night I nervous. I didn't know what I would find. I buckled, turned the car on, and did just about everything I could think of to avoid the inevitable moment of truth.

I flipped the new switch, and I saw a light directly in front of me, above the brightness of any other headlights I had ever seen. It's glory defy all description. It was beautiful.

For the first time that week I drove home happy.