Yesterday was insanely busy. I woke up early. I fed my children. I bathed my children. I dressed my children. I finished making Brook's Easter Dress. I made lunch. I dropped Brook off at school. I made banners for a church activity this Tuesday. I picked Brook up from school. On the way home I waited behind a jeep at the stop sign. I waited for it to go. And I waited. I don't know what the woman behind the wheel was doing. Probably texting. Seriously people who text while they drive should be punched in the face. Pay attention to the road Blondie! She motioned for me to go around her. Whatever. I swear some people.
Yesterday was insanely busy. I woke up early. I fed my children. I bathed my children. I dressed my children. I finished making Brook's Easter Dress. I made lunch. I dropped Brook off at school. I made banners for a church activity this Tuesday. I picked Brook up from school. On the way home I waited behind a jeep and a truck chatting at the stop sign. Dude, there are other people on this planet trying to get home. I looked at the clock. I had exactly fifteen minutes before I had to start teaching piano AND get Avery ready for her doctor's appointment. Its unbelievable how rude the general population is. I honked my horn and the truck pulled over, but not the jeep. SO rude. I couldn't help myself- I totally glared at her as I passed.
Yesterday was insanely busy. I woke up early. I fed my children. I bathed my children. I dressed my children. I finished making Brook's Easter Dress. I made lunch. I dropped Brook off at school. I made banners for a church activity this Tuesday. I picked Brook up from school. On the way home my jeep ran out of gas at the stop sign. It was entirely my own fault, I've just been so busy lately I haven't taken the time to fill up. I didn't know what to do at first. I thought about calling Andy. It was embarrassing when the cars started lining up behind me. I motioned them to pass me while I thought about what to do. A truck with two men pulled up beside me to ask if I needed help. When I started to explain the minivan behind us started honking. The men pulled over to the side of the road and the woman driving the minivan gave me a dirty look like I had intentionally offended her and her dog. After all the cars had passed the men pushed my jeep over to the side of the road and offered to go get me gas, but since I was only a few blocks from home I told them not to bother; Brook and I could walk. After making sure we were really okay the men drove away.
Seeing us walking through the snow my friend Jamie offered us a ride and some gas, but we were having such a good time I turned her down. Fortunately my first piano student cancelled and Avery's doctor was within walking distance. Andy brought home gas and everything worked out. But the experience of being stranded at the stop sign was a real eye-opener.
So often we misinterpret a situation. So often we don't even recognize that someone is in need. Sometimes we see someone in need and judge them. Sometimes we see someone in need but are so consumed in our own crazy lives that we're unwilling to take the time to help. But being the one in need gave me an entirely different perspective. I'm so grateful for those smoking men who noticed my need and were willing to go out of their way to help. I'm grateful for friends like Jamie. Though my particular situation wasn't dire, it taught me an important and interesting lesson. Because in all likelihood those minivan-driving women attend church on Sunday. In all likelihood they're reasonably "nice" people. But stranded at the stop sign the only real Christians in sight were two men in a rusting pick-up truck, smoking cigarettes, listening to Metallica.
Yesterday was insanely busy. I woke up early. I fed my children. I bathed my children. I dressed my children. I finished making Brook's Easter Dress. I made lunch. I dropped Brook off at school. I made banners for a church activity this Tuesday. I picked Brook up from school. On the way home I waited behind a jeep and a truck chatting at the stop sign. Dude, there are other people on this planet trying to get home. I looked at the clock. I had exactly fifteen minutes before I had to start teaching piano AND get Avery ready for her doctor's appointment. Its unbelievable how rude the general population is. I honked my horn and the truck pulled over, but not the jeep. SO rude. I couldn't help myself- I totally glared at her as I passed.
Yesterday was insanely busy. I woke up early. I fed my children. I bathed my children. I dressed my children. I finished making Brook's Easter Dress. I made lunch. I dropped Brook off at school. I made banners for a church activity this Tuesday. I picked Brook up from school. On the way home my jeep ran out of gas at the stop sign. It was entirely my own fault, I've just been so busy lately I haven't taken the time to fill up. I didn't know what to do at first. I thought about calling Andy. It was embarrassing when the cars started lining up behind me. I motioned them to pass me while I thought about what to do. A truck with two men pulled up beside me to ask if I needed help. When I started to explain the minivan behind us started honking. The men pulled over to the side of the road and the woman driving the minivan gave me a dirty look like I had intentionally offended her and her dog. After all the cars had passed the men pushed my jeep over to the side of the road and offered to go get me gas, but since I was only a few blocks from home I told them not to bother; Brook and I could walk. After making sure we were really okay the men drove away.
Seeing us walking through the snow my friend Jamie offered us a ride and some gas, but we were having such a good time I turned her down. Fortunately my first piano student cancelled and Avery's doctor was within walking distance. Andy brought home gas and everything worked out. But the experience of being stranded at the stop sign was a real eye-opener.
So often we misinterpret a situation. So often we don't even recognize that someone is in need. Sometimes we see someone in need and judge them. Sometimes we see someone in need but are so consumed in our own crazy lives that we're unwilling to take the time to help. But being the one in need gave me an entirely different perspective. I'm so grateful for those smoking men who noticed my need and were willing to go out of their way to help. I'm grateful for friends like Jamie. Though my particular situation wasn't dire, it taught me an important and interesting lesson. Because in all likelihood those minivan-driving women attend church on Sunday. In all likelihood they're reasonably "nice" people. But stranded at the stop sign the only real Christians in sight were two men in a rusting pick-up truck, smoking cigarettes, listening to Metallica.
9 comments:
WHEW! God Bless the smokin' rockers!! I'm glad they saved the day and your faith in mankind! I'm also glad you have a weekend to hopefully unwind from your hectic busy, busy yesterday!
luvs!
I too have ran out of gas... twice... both on the freeway... I had a similar experience as yours and I too am ALL about those bad a$$ saints in this world. And I'll try next time not to "hate" those texters... cause I would smack anyone who passed you without helping you. (I hope I wasn't the first woman)
Ironic isn't it.
I often ask to stay in bed all day and do nothing. Now that I have to. ...I'm not liking it so much.
Yup. It just goes to show, just because one may do all the "right" things on Sunday morning and Monday Night, it's those who ACTUALLY step outside of their selfish little lives and help those in need, who are acting like REAL Christians.
Yeah, smoking's bad for you, but I'll take somebody like that with a huge heart and a helping hand ANY DAY...
Good on them!
Amen, sistah. I feel sheepish admitting this, but one time I was stuck behind a truck who didn't go immediately when the light turned green. I waited the gracious 5 seconds, then I scowled and laid on my horn...That's when I noticed the ambulance drive by in front of us. My music was so loud, I didn't hear the sirens. It was a learning experience for me too. The best thing about it was that the guy in the truck wasn't mad. He was smiling when I passed him. Then I felt even worse for honking. It was very humbling.
I have had many lessons in perspective this week too. I want to share them with you. I hope we can talk soon!
Hey Angie, like I said I've misjudged a situation before- I think we've all been on both sides of this scenario. Its just a good reminder.
I really, really, really miss talking to you. Life has been so busy. I plan on calling you tonight (hopefully you'll be home from Disney Land!)
I totally saw you picking up Brook on Friday at the school! We chatted! I had no idea you ran out of gas! Now I really hope I wasn't the one who drove around you. When you have days like that, you really need to call one of us to pick Brook up. It's not like we're not all going to the same place, anyway. Hope this week is better for you, and hope we get out for some dessert soon.
Thanks for the paradigm shift :)
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