So, last week I celebrated my birthday and by celebrated, I mean I worked. What do you really expect at my age, birthday celebrations have never been anything to remember, until now. A dear, sweet, friend and former co-worker who, for whatever reason, still feels that I am worth saving, committed an act of immeasurable generosity that made this last birthday one of the greatest ever. I won’t go into the details but I will say that it filled me with hope and gave me purpose. I felt new again, finding the drive that I had been lacking. An important moment which called for me to evolve as a person, yes even at my age. It was time for this old dog to learn a new trick.
Forward, I went into this week with a new outlook on life, ready to face new challenges and take charge. Apparently, my life took it personal and threw down the gauntlet.
I was in the area of the auto repair shop so, I thought I would schedule an appointment to look into a minor noise in my car. They said they had time to look at it today which, eventually, led to a cost of four hundred dollars.
Utilizing my new-found strength, I looked for all the positives of the situation. I said, “At least it’s not fourteen hundred dollars and it will be done today.” No sooner did the letter “T” in the word “today” leave my lips when the mechanic walked into tell me, there were more problems discovered; the parts were so damaged that they broke while trying to get them off the car. Naturally, they would have to order new parts which would not arrive until tomorrow and the new bill would be eleven hundred dollars. That would be more than one month’s pay at my temporary part-time job.
Staggering and up against the ropes after the cheap shots life had taken, I was still standing. No problem I thought, I will need a loaner car until mine is ready. To my surprise, there is no loaner car program, even when they break the parts on your car. After renting a car, my credit card bill and my phone number were starting to look the same. It was probably best to go home.
I was beat but hadn’t given up. I just wanted to sit down and regroup when I realized my apartment keys were on the key ring. Normally, if it was a planned visit, my keys would have been off the ring but since they said they could look at it today, well you get it. Life had given me the final “you are number one” sign for today, you know, the one using the middle finger. I still haven’t given up, not yet. I am trying to find the positive in this whole fiasco which, I guess, is the car will be worth more once it’s fixed. I’ll get more when I have to sell it to survive. Take that life! Stay tuned.