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Throwback, Thankful Thursday

On this Throwback Thankful Thursday... this just happened. The first half of my day in the office was BRUTAL. As in, it was the equivalent of rubbing one out with a cheese grater; slightly amusing but mostly painful!

The second half? Like a Seahawks regular season game. After some half-time adjustment, mostly an attitude adjustment and grub, I won the day. Focused on positive events, kept digging, and before I know it the work day is done.

As I was rolling down WA-900, I encountered the following.

A disable vehicle about 200 feet east from the light at the corner of WA-900, and 164th Ave SE. The grandmother, mother, and an infant on the side of the road. The husband desperately trying to figure out to locate the clutch release.

And the thought of me having a bad day blew away like a fart in the wind!

So I parked, and walked up to offer assistance. Another vehicle with three guys also pulled over. I introduced myself to the occupants of the disabled vehicle, and to the newcomers. One of the newcomers is a mechanic with tools and named Carlos.

Perfect.

I directed traffic around the disable on the alternating lights. The mechanic, his buddies, and husband did some fast work. They got the car into neutral. And then a 3rd passerby stop, jumped out of his pick up truck to help push aside the car.

I offered to drive them somewhere nearby to hold up because it is unseasonably cold outside. Those folks standing on the side of the road was not sitting well for me. Especially that infant! Thankfully the Jay Berry Cafe was right there, plus a buddy was en route with enough for all them and their gear.

You know what they said in return?

A hearty thank you for being angels tonight! We all smiled, said you're welcome, and to pay forward when you get that opportunity.

The mechanics, and pick up truck man and I all shook hands, said goodbye, and return to our vehicles.

You know what, folks? I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS THANKFUL to help. That's right! Because by helping someone else out, I helped myself realize I'm not having a bad day anymore and neither are they.

Sure the car is will be towed, but the family will be safe, and warm, and will live on. Isn't that the whole point of being on Spaceship Earth?

...

That's what I thought, too. This has been your C Note.

'los; out

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