A traumatic yet joyous adventure

Okay... so have I got a story to tell. I've been deciding whether this is blog worthy, and yes, I think it might be. It's kind of long, I'll let you decide how far to read.

So I sat down to look at my friend Joy's blog a few morning's ago. I had been eagerly anticipating some pictures of her new house. So I started reading her post and the first line said something like, "I'm in Omaha watching my sister's kids." I was like, what??? Omaha??? That's only 2 1/2 hours away!! I hadn't seen Joy in a year and I knew there would be no upcoming opportunities any time soon. So I decided to head on up there with Ethan. I didn't even get a hold of Ross to tell him I was there until after he got home from work! Oh well. His wife had left him. He dealt with it just great though.

So the story. I almost made it all the way there without having to feed Ethan. But he started screaming when we were about 20 minutes away so I pulled over into a business complex parking lot and fed him. No big deal. But then... I went to start the car after getting Ethan all situated and low and behold! My car didn't start! It didn't even turnover. I thought it was probably the battery. But I don't know why it chose then to die. So I walked inside the business and asked if anyone knew about cars. They said they didn't, that they didn't have any jumper cables, and that I could use their phone book. Well I had no idea who to call, what the area was like, etc.. but everyone in that office was very involved in what they were doing. So I called my dad. He told me what to do (he knows everything!) and so I managed to get ahold of a towing company through my insurance agency. They said they would take an hour. So I sat outside looking lonely and desperate with my little baby. Luckily it was shady, and I didn't end up waiting that long. Because this nice man (good Samaritan #1) drove up and said, I got this feeling that you were in distress. Oh I just about melted with gratitude. I said, "Yeah, I'm kind of distressed." He jumped my car for me, while this other kind lady came out of the building and held Ethan while I helped. The car started. Yay! And I drove away happily. But my happiness didn't last long!

Because on the next leg of my journey, something else traumatic happened. I was trying to get to Joy's using our little GPS. So far I have been very grateful for that purchase. It's helped us a lot. However. It does not help if there are two of the same streets in one city! It spit me out in the completely wrong neighborhood. To make matters worse, I had no cell phone service, and Ethan had started crying again. I started crying at this point too. I drove around a little and looked for some nice person to take pity on me and give me directions. I stopped where I saw a nice looking old Grandpa (good Samaritan #2) watering his flowers. He helped me get directions to where I was supposed to be, held Ethan (and he actually calmed down!), and told me, "Alright hon, you'll be fine now!" And gave me a big smile and the A-OK sign as I drove off.

And then... Just kidding, that's it! I made it to Joy's! Holy cow it was such a crazy drive. I've never been so grateful or so sure that the Lord answer's prayers. There are good people everywhere! It was so fun to see Joy. And I made the drive back without any trouble whatsoever. I forgot to take my camera. So I have no pictures as evidence of this event. But was that crazy or what?