My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I woke up later than I had meant to, which meant I had less time than I wanted to get ready and leave for my cousin’s missionary farewell 2 hours away. I had planned to have a smoothie for breakfast, but the yogurt had been hiding in the back of the fridge for a little too long and had gone bad. I finally left the house half an hour later than I had wanted, without breakfast.

Just south of Nephi, I got pulled over. I had already decided that I definitely wasn’t going to be on time for the farewell, let alone early enough to get my mother’s clothes to her before hand. The officer ran my license and came back to my car. I was expecting a ticket and then I would be on my way. No such luck. He informed me that my license was denied. Which meant I wasn’t allowed to drive. What had happened was my medical card for my CDL had expired and, having no medical insurance so I could see my doctor, I had let the deadline to either get a new card, or cancel my CDL. So there I was, forty-five minutes away from everyone I knew, sitting on the side of a two lane road, halfway into the weeds that sat only a few inches off of the highway. And a cop was behind me.

There were tears. Streams of tears.

He asked me if there was anyone I could call to come and get the car. Otherwise it would have to be towed. I could only imagine how much that was going to cost. Through my tears I informed him that no, there wasn’t anyone within twenty to thirty minutes away. But I couldn’t just let the car get towed. So I called the people I knew would come.

And here is where my day improved, if only a little.

My best friend and her husband came to rescue me. They dropped their son off at his parents’ house, filled their car with money that had to be lent to them because they didn’t really have any, and they came. All it took was me calling them and asking. There was no hesitation, no question. Just a “yes, we’re on our way. Breathe, you’ll be fine.”

And I realized just how incredibly blessed I am. It took a little longer than the cop would have preferred for them to get there, but they came. And though I do plan on paying them back for the gas they used, it wasn’t until after I offered that it was even brought up. They didn’t expect anything in return.

The fact that I knew, beyond any question, that they would come when I needed them tells you something about these awesome people. And when I knew that they would come, the tears abated. It was still a bad day, made worse by the fact that when I was climbing back into the car later the door smashed my hand, making it swell and leaving a huge bruise.

But when you have friends such as mine, your days are never as horrible as they could be and there is always someone to help you back to your feet.

I pray everyone is able to experience this wonderful feeling.

About Jae Randall

I am a writer, a certified Medical Assistant, EMT, and Firefighter. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder in 2011. I have written 5 books and am working on writing my 6th, outlining my 7th, and beating out my 8th. I hope to have all three written by the end of 2013.

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