So there I was on Sunday night, minding my own business, driving along I-99, when I saw a shadow flash across my field of vision… and… BAM! Whatever it was scared the hell out of me.
And something was suddenly different. Oh, yeah, that must be it: the windshield was shattered, and one of
my windshield wipers was destroyed. Y’know, if you’re going to have an accident in which an important part of your car is damaged, you really should have the satisfaction of knowing what it was that caused it. But when I pulled over, there was no sign of a large bird, a meteorite, or a bear cub which might have been tossed in my path. From the sound it made, I think it could only have been a bird. I was not near an overpass (or an underpass) and there was no traffic anywhere around me.
I called the insurance company, but I have a $500 deductible. And being in somewhat…uh… reduced circumstances, that was a major worry.
Sometimes on my show, I talk about things that have happened in my life, much like I do here on this blog. So I told the story, and then had another one of those experiences that reinforces the gratitude I have for the people I meet. When I got off the air, I had an email from a listener who told me that she and her husband own an auto repair service, and although they don’t handle auto glass, they have a good friend who does. They had already called him, and he agreed to do the repair, at cost. Now, I’ve never met these folks in person. But they were ready, willing and able to help. I’ll call the auto glass guy this morning and make the arrangements.
To me, though, it’s another in a series of lessons I’ve learned over the past awful year. That, yet again, is to maintain a state of eternal gratitude, as very difficult as it is from time to time. And although I probably shouldn’t bring it up, this is the very essence — the heart, if you will, of true conservatism: We take care of our own. We find solutions for ourselves and for those about whom we care. We don’t count on a safety net, although sometimes we do find ourselves relying on the kindness of strangers. And then they aren’t strangers anymore. When and if the time comes, the favor will be returned, if not directly, at least through the positive energy… the karma, if you’re so inclined, that is generated.
This all may seem like a small thing to you. To me, though, it is another life-affirming lesson. And these are the things that keep my faith alive, and keep me going from day to day.