I expected an easy route. A breeze if you will. A cruise control automatic with air conditioning, 4 wheel alloys, auto seat recline, integrated fog lights, a power slide moon roof, bluetooth connectors, auto lift gate with jam protection, keyless entry and auto power down when left unattended situation.
And I was dealt a 1979 holden commodore sedan, in snot green colour that needs to be parked on a hill to jump start, that every now and then stalls at the lights and causes a traffic jam that makes the news, that will accommodate an 8 point turn and a simultaneous shoulder dislocation, that requires a new bottle of oil for each journey, that only has 3 usable gears out of 4, and veers left if you let go of the steering wheel type situation. An unsolvable, unfixable, hold on for the ride situation.
When I couldn’t deliver I crumbled like a cookie. It was other people who picked me up, dusted me off, and put me back together. Mostly people I didn’t expect it from too, vague acquaintances, family members that have sort of come and go in the past, strangers . . . people in the same boat that didn’t know me from a bar of soap (hey that rhymes!). They believed in me when I couldn’t possibly.
I’m linking up with Maxabella Loves for 52 weeks of grateful.