“I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.” – Robert Brault
We often get the best blessings when they are least expected. They can be great or small, but impactful nevertheless. And I’m thankful for receiving one last night.
Theresa and I made an impromptu visit to a friend in Southern Ohio yesterday. We drove down, made great time and had a wonderful visit. After the visit we stopped at Pappadeaux Seafood Restaurant. The food was…AWESOME!! I ate way too much but what is a man to do when they slightly overcooked the lobster tail and send you another one on the house? You eat it, that’s what! And yes…I’m still full. If you love seafood, you must experience Pappadeaux.
It was a wonderful day, and in the early afternoon it was time to head home.
So we’re on the road headed home on 71 North just passing Polaris in Columbus and everything on the instrument panel went dead along with the radio and a few other electrical instruments. Luckily I was one lane over from the right berm and was able to coast over off the highway when the car sputtered out to a dead stop. Theresa and I just looked at each other and sat there for a minute hoping the car might start again. Of course it didn’t and from what the car was displaying before it stopped, I figured the alternator had sparked its last spark. Next thing to do was call a towing company and find a repair shop still open late in the evening.
After a couple of calls we found a tow service and the NTB at Polaris was open until 9PM. Within the hour of calling for the tow our chariot arrived and whisked us away to NTB. The driver was hilarious and oddly enough, nothing about this situation, which would have sent both Theresa and I ballistic in worry or despair, was upsetting. Even when we found out the cost to repair the alternator or even later when we found out we needed another battery as well.
Oh did I mention NTB couldn’t do the work to until the next morning?
I don’t want to miss the part where we called hotels in the area and found out they were all booked for a rock concert the coming weekend.
I had a friend in Columbus (later found out I had another friend there I didn’t know about) and I texted him to let him know I was in town. I just wanted to hook up and shoot the breeze if we had the time. After I told him our situation, he didn’t hesitate to ask us if we needed to crash at his home. I didn’t want to bother him and his family, so I tried more hotels and they were booked so we accepted his offer.
My friend after coming in from out of town for work, picked us up and graciously opened his family’s home to us. I felt as though I was home. Through social media I knew his family and was honored to finally meet his wife and then the children the next morning. We had great conversation and time before heading off to a good night’s and well deserved sleep.
The next morning we felt refreshed and decompressed. Something that would not have happened if we made it back home the night before. We would have been back to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But instead, at least for me, the company and conversation allowed me to process some things in my life and see a new perspective and a few confirmations I needed.
For that I am grateful.