January 26th: Rescued

10 miles from home I think my eleven year old car became possessed by an electrical gremlin that just started shutting everything down.  The headlights started dimming, the dashboard lights were blinking erratically, then flickering, then disappearing.  It was cold outside and the heater quit heating. Finally the engine started losing power and just as I pulled off at the Mayflower exit it shut down completely.  I wasn’t happy.  But I was lucky.   The AAA guys sent a tow truck, eventually.  My son-in-law arrived just in time to get me home and I wasn’t injured, wasn’t starving and didn’t freeze.  I’d been rescued.

Earlier in the day I’d been rescued by a songwriting partner, helping me keep from messing up a song I was working on.  In the middle of the night I was rescued by some apple juice when my blood sugar was dangerously low.  This morning when my three month old granddaughter spit up on me I was rescued by a special delivery from her mom who handed me wet wipes and a towel.  At Dillards this afternoon I was rescued by a sales associate who helped make an exchange of a Christmas gift that didn’t fit.  A check arrived in the mail today that rescued me from being overdrawn.  My chubby boy jeans rescued me from having to drive to Ogden and back in skinny boy jeans that might have cut off the circulation in my thighs.  An email reminding me of an assignment that’s due rescued me from being late and embarrassing myself professionally.  I took my pills today and was rescued from the depression they prevent.

I was lucky today, really, truly lucky.  Luckier than I probably deserve, but grateful to have been rescued so many times.  I’ve probably been rescued throughout my life more times in more ways than I can count,  but today I’m counting…and plan to keep on counting, and thanking my lucky stars all shining brightly  on a guy on a Mission To Be Happy.