Yesterday.

This is a simple and modest blog post about my day yesterday. It started out with my girlfriend offering me to take her car to go and discuss some business things at another friend's house. The meeting was over and all was well until I hopped in the car and realized the battery was dead. My friend Arnold and I made a few calls until two of his friends came within minutes to help me out. When the first failed, the second one tried. So it's not the battery I say and now I'm starting to freak out because it's not my car. But the car of a former Marine with a mighty gun collection.

Then minutes later, more backup came in two good friends of mine. Ian, the roommate and DP and Charlie the gaffer. I felt relieved because they can usually fix things on a film set so they must know how to fix a mere automobile. They tinkered. Googled. And tinkered some more. A few hours since since the whole mess started the truck would start again. As we turned the corner to my girlfriends house, I saw Ruthie, Ian's girlfriend riding her bike to provide any further assistance. The cavalry had arrived, in a little girl on a bicycle.

I felt like I was a lost little boy being returned to his worried Mother's house on horseback by a group of magnificent seven. When everything started to crumble, I asked, "Why me?" What have I done to deserve this? I looked into myself and back on recent events where I acted less than what I would consider moral. And when I realized this, things seem to fix itself. I'm not putting this all on some divine being that fixed my car, Ian and Charlie did, but rather perhaps something bigger than us planned these events series of events to make me a better person and realize the good people around me.

Maybe it's just my character to make up a story of like this. Or maybe this never happened at all because I lie a lot on this blog. Who knows?