It all started early this morning when I woke up late. I had a few things I needed to do, but most of them got ignored so I could get out the door. I wasn’t looking forward to driving 30 minutes one way just to turn around and come 30 minutes back to my house and then 15 minutes to the doctor’s office. Plus, I didn’t know where the office was and the location of the office given to me by the medical building’s receptionist was a bit off.
So, we arrived at the office a few minutes late, and then had to walk from one side of the building to the opposite side of the building, and instead of going down on the elevator, we really needed to go up. By this time we are very late, AND I realize I’ve left all the paperwork in the car. I walked back to the car (alone this time) and moved it to the other side of the building so it would be closer when we finished.
After waiting way too long for the doctor, it was finally time to leave. We stopped at another office and waited about 20 minutes only to find out we were in the wrong place again. Finally, we arrived at the exit. I told my passenger to wait in the foyer while I retrieved the car.
When I got back to the entrance, I opened the door to get out and help my passenger into the vehicle, when another car caught my door, ripped it out of my hand and pushed it up against the front fender leaving me in a bit of shock.
About forty-five minutes later after talking to security and police, I got in the car to see if it was road worthy. I’d bent the car door back into the correct position, but up till now hadn’t been able to get it closed. No matter how hard I tried, the door was not about to shut. So, I contacted my daughter, moved the car to a remote spot in the parking lot and waited . . .
We eventually got my passenger back to her home and strapped the door on the car closed enough to drive it to our house. It’s now nicely covered by a tarp and bungy cords.
All in all, it was a draining day. I was supposed to have Bible Study after all of that, but the forecast of impending snow was keeping most of our group home, so a couple of others decided to cancel. That was almost a relief for me. I felt good just being able to stay in my nice warm chair for the evening.
But as bad as the day was, I’m not devastated. Yes, it’s not ideal, but it’s not the end of the world. I have insurance. That’s why I pay that premium. And Jesus still loves me. I was in prayer a lot today. I had some specific things that I kept lifting up to my Savior (not one of which was keeping me out of an accident). So I was in constant contact with Jesus all day. So, when it all happened, I was calm. By the time I got home I was tired from the stress of it all, but it was never a big deal. I told everyone on Facebook, “Jesus loves me and I can afford decent insurance” That’s really all that matters.
And now as I get ready to head for bed, I had an offer to BUY the silly car as is! So, I might even be rid of the headache (except that now I’m going to have to find something else to drive). But either way, it doesn’t matter because Jesus loves me and I can afford decent insurance.