The Tears of A Child, a Flat Battery and The Tears of an Adult.
I was lying in bed this morning around 1.30am, when I heard my daughter get up and go into the bathroom. I could hear her blowing her nose, and then blow it some more, and then some more. After about 10 minutes she came out of the bathroom, and I shouted to her if she was okay. She said yes, but I could tell by her voice she was crying.
I got out of bed and went onto the landing, tears were streaming down her face, I asked her what was wrong, and she said “I think I left the lights on the car switched on, when I came home at 4.00 o’clock this afternoon.
I got dressed and walked to the car (we can’t park the car near the house). Yes as suspected the lights had been left on, the battery was completely dead.
Nothing I could do at that time in the morning. So I walked back home, got her back to bed and then sat up most of the night worrying about what I was going to do. I simply don’t have the money to call out a break-down truck.
This morning we went out to the car and decided we would push it to see if it would start. She got in the driver’s seat with instructions on how to jump start the car, I started to push, 2 guys working on a house near-by came along and helped me push it. Off she went rolling down the hill but to no avail.
I pushed the car into a nearby petrol station, and went round the corner to a tyre place hoping they would be able to put jump leads on it. They informed me the petrol station would not allow them to use jump leads. I went into the petrol station and asked if I could leave the car parked there until I could get someone to tow it away and they said No.
So once again I ended up pushing the car out of the garage, and decided to push it to another tyre place just 100 yards up the road in the opposite direction. A kindly gentleman who had been filling up his car helped me push the car backwards (we had to turn the car round to get out of the garage), then he needed to move his car from the pumps, so I pushed the car down a little hill, to try and get momentum going so I could push it 100 yards up a hill to the tyre place. I managed to push it about 20 yards up the hill, when a young man saw me and helped me push it. We got it into the tyre place.
By this time my heart was beating rather too rapidly, and I had pains crossing my chest, I was a little worried. I spoke to the boss of the tyre place and he said don’t worry, I’ll get some jump leads and we will have you going in no time.
Then a woman who had been buying tyres, and had heard me telling the man what had happened asked if she could help in anyway even just give us a lift home, when I explained I didn’t live far away, but I needed to get the car going because my daughter needed to get to college, she offered to take her to college, which happens to be 4 miles away. I simply burst into tears.
I lay in the bath once everything had been sorted and my daughter was on her way to college with instructions to not stall the car and park it on a hill once she got there, and looked up and said
“enough is enough, I simply cannot take anymore of what you are throwing at me right now. I have no fight left in me, I have no energy left in me, you have sucked everything right out of me”, and do you know he looked back down at me and said “hey, you have broad shoulders, and more strength than you know you possess, don’t give up just yet, I have more things I need you to do”.
So here I am sitting at the computer, nursing copious amounts of coffee (double strength caffeine laced kind), wondering when the next boulder is going to come flying out of the sky and land at my feet, and knowing that whatever it is I will roll with it.
We are never given more than we can deal with, it’s just at times we feel that way, and it’s not always hugs and kisses we need, sometimes we simply need someone to tell us we are strong, we are capable and it’s up to us to find that strength and use it to plow right through obstacles in our way.