Murphy's Law and being Grateful

They call it Murphy's law. Well, I don't know who Murphy was, but he sure was all up in my Kool-aid today. Broke through my day like the Kool-Aid pitcher-man! HEY KOOLAID!


So I got up early today to write a one page reaction to the Pew Report on the State of the Media. I was reading the executive summary last night, and fell asleep while reading. It was interesting, I was just tired.

So I got up late, and i didn't want to be tardy to class, because I had the news editor position for the Observer. So I cut corners getting ready today, and was off and at-em.

Got started on Observer stuff, and then I went downstairs to get a bagel with some strawberry cream cheese, and a bottle of cranberry juice.

bad move.

shortly after I ate, my stomach started turning. it took me awhle before officially admitting I felt sick, 'cause i ain't no punk. But once I realize i'm sick....

I'm a punk.

I gathered my stuff and went to the student health center. Made an appointment and called my mother. that helped, talking to her about some of my concerns.

After my nurse appointment, I went to my car. I decided to hang there until my evening class, because i was feeling better. I turned on the radio and read and slept. I even made a trip back across the street to campus because I had to pee something awful.

Then I got the good idea... to drive over to the parking lot closest to class. faculty and staff are only allowed to park there during the day, but it's open to anyone after 5. I turned the key in the ignition. the engine sounded like it wanted to turn, but there was this rapid clicking noise. I tried that a few times.

Called AAA. found out they have no record of me at my current or parent's address.
I need to find my account number.

Called the insurance company, and they sent someone.

This gentleman gave me advice, told and showed me what was going on with my car, told me that the corrosion around my battery could be removed with soda and a toothbrush.

He looked at my oil.
It was low.
He towed me to a gas station, came in with me as i bought oil. He told me I needed three... I was like "three?" He told me it was good to have extra. So now i have extra oil.

Not only did he put oil in my car, he went beyond the call of duty. He told me that I could be ticketed for driving around with two sets of license plates... Not good news since I was pulled over two weeks ago. I told him about my rusted screws and what I could do to loosen them. He worked with my screw driver, loosened the rusty screws, and changed my license plates for me!!!!

all i can say is that i am thankful. It was a weird answer to prayer. My car not starting got me needed oil and my plates changed. A seemingly small thing, but I am grateful.