Brakes went out. Still thankful…

So, my adventure yesterday was the brakes failing on my truck. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t an adventure, but it was a shake up to my day. I’ve had a lot of things happen to me in my 27 years behind the wheel. Losing my brakes was not one of them.

And surprisingly, even though having car troubles right now is an issue in a number of ways, I handled that hiccup pretty well. Which tells me, I’m back on track. Not long ago, that whole situation may have pushed me over the edge. Instead, I found the positives in the situation and decided not to worry about things that haven’t happened yet. I’ll figure it out. I always have.

But I found things to be thankful for despite the wrench thrown.

What in the world could I be thankful for?

I am thankful my daughter wasn’t driving anymore when it happened.

We were headed to a family get together which is about an hour away from us. I figured it was a good time to let me daughter do some long distance, highway driving. And she did a great job, doing 60 down the highway. When we turned onto the backroads though, she was a little less sure on the extremely curvy and narrow road I had forgotten about. (Okay, in all honesty, I was probably a little less sure. She, frankly, scared the crap out of me on a sharp curve.)

So, I told her to pull over at a fire station I knew was just up the road and I would take over until we got out of that section. She did. I got in. Put it in drive. Started to pull out. And the brake went to the floor. It apparently had just happened when we pulled in because it didn’t do that with her.

So yeah, extremely curvy road, newbie driver, no brakes. I’m thankful.

I am thankful I found one bar.

Where we were is a dead spot as far as cell service is concerned and it pretty much stays that way for much of that area. When I realized what was happening, I picked up my cellphone and realized I didn’t have service. I seriously figured a hike along that back-country roads was in our future. As I inched the truck to a side parking area and out from in front of the fire truck bays (my husband is a firefighter, so I notice those things) one bar popped up. I was able to call my husband and my mom.

Thankful for not having to hoof it or show up at a stranger’s house in the middle of nowhere asking for help. The reality is, there was a time that wouldn’t have bothered me but the drug problem in our area has made homeowners leery (and rightfully so) of strangers showing up on their doorstep with car troubles.

Which means, I’m leery about doing it, especially with my daughter in tow. It’s sad really but it is what it is.

I’m thankful for my family and friends

When my mom pulled in to pick us up, my uncle was with her, ready to take a look at the truck if I needed it. My husband, who was at work, had already contacted a trusted mechanic friend and set pick up of my truck and repair in motion. Without hesitation, my mom offered the use of her other vehicle until ours was fixed, releasing one of the issues I had been worried about.

So, all in all, yes I am thankful for a lot of things. I still was able to spend time with my family and, most importantly, at the end of the day we all went to sleep safe and sound.

And, we will most definitely be practicing downshifting and emergency braking in the future. I’m a little angry at myself that I hadn’t already taught her that. Lesson learned. Thankful for second chances.

Just. Thankful.

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