Got slapped upside two days ago in a way to remind me I can't be a total isolationist. I got stranded at work by a non-working car due to a battery issue, and needed help. The battery issue was my fault since I didn't tighten the cable connectors enough when I had my last car problem where I had to disconnect the battery, and they came loose all the way; and I totally forgot about that.
Anyway, I needed help and I got it. I also lost my battery completely on the way home, and being it was 2:30 AM and I don't have one of those brain friers better known as cell phones, I ended up walking home from a wee more than three kilometres away. I think I met an angel on the way home. An elder black dude in an overcoat smokin' a fag. I told him my problem, and he said, 'Be optomisitc. It's gonna be OK", or something like that. Right away I suspected he was an angel, though I was walking away when it occurred to me to ask; so I didn't.
The walk home was uneventful, though it was a tad cold being I was in jeans and T-shirt.
Too bad I don't run anymore, but oh well. I met some very nice people, especially one when I went back to my car and had to use another phone to call for a tow.
Thank you Tracy, if you're reading this.
Of course now I hate life more than ever, but hey! I'm one day closer to the day I await. The day my contract ENDS!
