Frustrated. Upset. Cranky. That was me yesterday when I ran out of gas, and it was all my fault.
I knew I needed gas. I’d hoped I could make it to the first small town between the highway and my house. Made it, no problem. Forgot to stop and get gas. Big problem. Car stopped about a mile later.
Now, there were people I could call for help. Except, they were mostly men, and I didn’t want to deal with the eye rolling and the lecture about adding gas when the needle was on E. I KNEW that, I just forgot to stop. The other problem was everyone I knew was at least an hour away. I hated to have someone drive two hours (round trip) just because of my stupidity.
Nothing to do but walk back to the small town and hope they had a container I could put gas in. This is when the miracles started.
Miracle 1 – The temperature was below 100 degrees, the first time in days. I wouldn’t have heat stroke making the mile long trek.
Miracle 2 – A nursing student, Amanda, was on her way home from class and she took the chance on stopping for a stranger.
Miracle 3 – The gas station didn’t have a container, but one of the customers had an extra one she offered us. We thanked her, filled the container with gas which was then poured in my car. Yay. Amanda and I each proceeded to our homes, in separate directions.
Miracle 4 – I’d planned for my Tuesday posts to be short interviews with either a quilter or author and I forgot to line one up for today. There was nothing to post. Wait a minute, I could post about my little miracles. Maybe other people need to be reminded of the little miracles they experience. So, here it is.
What about you? Have you experienced or seen a little miracle lately? Did you recognize it for a miracle? Want to share?