He informed me that he and the baby were stranded in the church parking lot. The van had broken down and needed a fan belt or some belt. Then, I asked my closest friends, and luckily one came through. She even gave me a ride, and when we got there, the tow truck had arrived. That in itself was a whopping $95 dollars. Aaron left to the car dealership, and my friend and I took the kids.
I had already picked up my son at school and then got my daughter, before he left. We went to eat Linner (Lunch-Dinner). I figured Aaron hadn’t fed the baby a full lunch and Antonio pecked at his school lunch, as usual. Linner was awesome, and my generous friend bought it, which consisted of a range of food from hamburgers to spaghetti. We had a marvelous time and went home.
When my husband was on his way, he told us that when he got to the shop, all the mechanics inspected the vehicle. The head mechanic was shaking his head and presented Aaron with a sizable quote.
He said with a heavy sigh, “You are our favorite family, so. . .we’re going to have your van fixed right away.” They fixed it in 30 minutes, and even gave my husband quite the discount.
All that drama ended in a miracle.
Let’s just say that this weekend, those working class brothers are getting a large pot of my homemade mole and possibly a large stack of flour tortillas. I am grateful to them and grateful that my family is safe.
Today, I also finished a funny poem based on real life events. It is mostly funny, but it took a dark turn. I hope to write poetry more often because I want to rekindle that gift and frankly, not lose it. I still have an ear and appreciation for poetry, and sometimes I get into that mode. Poets who write often know what I'm talking about. The music seeps into your thoughts, and the itch to write poemas is coming back, sometimes humorous, sometimes tragic.
Enjoy it and laugh or at least chuckle. Don’t be like my tough students.