The family and I have been on the road for the past week, which is a risk-taking adventure considering the state of our vehicles. We pulled into Nashville a couple of days ago to the disturbing sound of something going on....we diagnosed that it might be brake-related, not that I know much about automotive repairs, but the rumbling we heard took place when I hit the brakes (I'm a proud graduate of the School of Logic!).
Well, I should have addressed this problem yesterday. Which means if you're following along, that I didn't. Today, we go out to get something to drink and pass by a service station that is open--large advertisements stating their expertise in brake repairs. My conscience, who I sometimes refer to as my wife, thought this would be a good opportunity to have our van looked at by a mechanic. We pull in and discover that there is a mechanic on duty who wasn't scheduled to come in, but had chosen to spend his holiday at the shop. We get immediate attention to our problem--another worker there said it had been "dead," unlike any other day.
The mechanic was able to determine we had a few immediate needs, including front brakes. From talking to him, we discovered his wife had the same exact make/model of van. To make the long story short, 356 clams later (and yes, we do pay for our car repairs using actual clams), we're good to go.
What did I take from this experience -- just another reminder that the Lord is good!
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