Last week was a trial. For about 48 hours in the middle of the week, I had more broken down vehicles to deal with than you can imagine. I was running all over town picking up rentals, arranging tows, and worrying about whether or not anything was going to be dealt with under warranty. About 33 hours into the ordeal, I sat on the floor and cried a bit. For a minute I let myself consider that the world seemed to be falling apart around me and I had no clue how to fix it. Now think about that. I was sitting on the floor crying because of automobiles. I used to say anytime something bad happened, “well, it could be worse.” It was my way to keep a positive attitude. And of course that was true until the night of Jake’s accident. For that night I sort of lost my sense of worseness; even in the shock of it all, I knew there was only one way I would make it through that trial. The thought of how tenuous life is hangs at the back of my mind all the time, and even knowing that and experiencing it, here I was, getting upset over something like poorly made radiators that allowed engines to overheat in a full blown Houston summer. But, its a very human thing to do; to get discouraged when things aren’t going well.
I took me a minute to think. All over Houston there were people who had broken down ca