Blessed day.
It’s currently 11:13 AM and so many things have happened to me already. I wanted to write about all the events that happened prior to this moment because I feel they are significant. I woke up today at 6 to go to school. I decided to take the civic because I just filled up my gas tank in the CRV last night and my selfish self didn’t want to waste gas, plus my dad said I could take the civic. While I was driving to school I was thinking about how exciting it is to be back at school. Then when I was turning left into NVC I realized I didn’t have a parking permit! I looked inside my wallet and found one dollar. I let out a long sigh because that was the only dollar I had left. (MEL, remind me to give you the 20. I forgot to give it to you last time). I walked over to the day permit machine thinking that it was only a dollar. Unfortunately, it is actually two dollars. In the midst of my little panic attack a person with a psych tech shirt on and white pants came up next to me to buy a day permit also. (white pants indicates that he is from first semester). Since I knew he was from first semester, I took my seniority as an advantage and asked to borrow a dollar. He was lucky enough to have a dollar and I thanked him approximately 15 times or at least it felt like 15 times. I thought that was the last of my bad luck, but my bad luck just kept coming. I went into the computer lab because my psych tech teacher wanted us to do a practice psych tech board exam and I was so excited because he told us we can leave after we finished a 240 question exam. As I was leaving, I decided to call my mom to see if she wanted to go out since I got out of school so early. She didn’t answer my calls after two times and I decided to call another two times to make sure she heard it, but she didn’t answer. So I walked over to the transfer center because I wanted to talk to a counselor since I had time to spare. As I made an appointment my mom calls me and she sounded flustered. SHE CUT HER FINGER ON A KNIFE BECAUSE SHE WAS RUSHING. she thought my call was an emergency since I called so many times! I had to cancel my appointment and rush home because she’s a diabetic and my fear was that she was going to get infected and the doctors were going to amputate her finger.While I was rushing on my way home there was a pot hole in the middle of the road. I was thinking about avoiding it, but I was in a big rush so I decided to go over it, which was a horrible idea. Once I went over it I heard a pop and air oozing out of my tire. I was like *(#)$! I was on the brink of tears as I crawled up hiddenbrooke parkway at 5 miles per hour with my hazard lights on. I was in the process of pulling over when a slightly overweight brown man with curly white hair pulled up next to me and asked me, with what seemed like a hawaiian accent, if I was ok. As I shook my head no with nothing coming out of my mouth because of disbelief of what happened, I could feel my tears just waiting to roll down. He parked right behind me and got out. As he came out of his car I observed what he was wearing and I was like oh, no. He was wearing a shirt that had a quote from scar face and a sweater with the marijuana leaf all over it. I was thinking about how bad this could get, but I was desperate for help. He asked me what was wrong and I explained what happened. I popped my trunk and he told me to put my hazard lights on. Once I heard his voice, I knew that I was in good hands. He told me that things happen and thats how life is. He told me stories and helped with my tire. He said that he is a contractor and had a job to cement someone’s driveway today, but heard it was going to rain so he decided to visit his daughter that lived in hiddenbrooke. He was the nicest old, stranger man I have ever met and he was tongan, not hawaiian. Everything that happened today to me so far has seemed like it was out of fate. If I wasn’t at school at that day permit machine at that time, that guy wouldn’t have been there to give me a dollar. If I left the school a few minutes earlier than I did and the weather man on TV didn’t say it was going to have light showers today, then the tongan man wouldn’t have been driving behind me and nobody would of helped me with my spare tire. It’s like something out of a movie or a book. I believe its fate. Because of those events, I’ve felt so blessed today, like God is watching me. I know that sounds cliche, but I’ve never had moments where I was almost screwed, but I was suddenly saved. Sorry this post is so long, I just wanted to explain what happened today to the best of my ability. Hopefully, the rest of my day is just as blessed as the first half. I hope your day was blessed too. :)
