On Ambulances & Things


My favorite tradition in society is the expectation that cars pull over when a screaming ambulance drives by. Most people don’t stop and think about how amazing that small act is. But it is amazing. It’s as if we as humans are saying:

Hey, we know someone out there needs help and we are going to help in any way we can.

So we pull over on the side of the road or we stay stopped even though the light is green or we slow down just a little so the ambulance can get by. And in that moment we are all part of something bigger than us. Something more meaningful than our trip to the grocery store or our weekly commute. For a short time our individual lives intersect in order to help a complete stranger – we are connected to one another in a way that can never be replicated again. And that’s something truly special.

Thank God for Cars


Car trouble sucks. Right now I’m facing a future full of crazy car repairs. I had considered making a post complaining about it, but I’ve realized that I am far too blessed to be complaining. So this post is one of thanksgiving.

I am thankful that I have enough savings to afford this.

I am thankful that my friend has a second vehicle I can borrow for a few days.

I am thankful I found Mikey, a BBB, AAA, and Angie’s List approved auto shop owner who does a monthly segment on the local news.

I am thankful I have a friend who lives next to me and works with me and took me home from work today.

I am thankful I have another coworker friend who has offered to drive me anywhere I need to go.

I am thankful for yet another coworker friend who picked me up from the auto shop today and took me back to the office.

I am thankful for a dad who has listened to me cry over the phone and walked me through this process. And offered to yell at the guy who took advantage of my lack of car knowledge.

I am thankful I have a job that allows me to take as much time as I need to get stuff like this done.

I am thankful I have a roommate who in still in college and therefore has time to chauffeur me around.

I am thankful that I still have my physical mobility, although I don’t have automotive mobility.

I am thankful that this crazy, frustrating, ridiculous process isn’t permanent and it’ll all be over soon.

And, finally, I am thankful I at least have a car to begin with.