Adventure #59: On This Day

"Have you ever just stopped and realized that if you hadn't met a certain person your entire life would be completely different?"

I moved into my own apartment on April 16th of 2017 and one might think that that was the catalyst to a new life. But in reality, and I know this to be absolute truth, my life was changed because of the visit that took place ten days later on April 26th. The differences began subtly. But as seems to happen with most progression, things snowballed.

After hearing the knock, I let the three of them in - Erin, Holley, and Crystal. I didn't know that one of them was one of the Relief Society presidents in the ward (or if I did, I had completely forgotten). I did know, or figured out rather quickly, that this was going to be an entertaining encounter. The conversation ranged from what I do in my day-to-day life to the upcoming movie releases and, of course, the superheroes on the posters in my living room. Crystal was quiet, observing and just mostly soaked in the conversation. Holley knew many things about the Marvel Universe and other such nerdy topics and shared her knowledge openly. Erin, who I found out was the RS president, asked insightful questions, the kind that proved she was listening and paying attention. By the end of this discussion, much laughter had been exchanged and my smile had gotten wider and wider.

Interestingly, one of our parting conversations foreshadowed events that I only teasingly suggested.

"If you want me for a specific calling, better snatch me up quick," I said, joking vainly. I remember Erin laughing and acknowledging the pretended urgency at the thought, but when I brought it up to her later, she didn't remember anything about it. Coincidental and convenient for upcoming events.

My memory, however, was clear when I met with Bishop three weeks later.

"We'd like you to be the secretary of Relief Society 2. Could you do that?" he asked.

A great part of me wanted to say no. Honestly, moving into this ward, I thought I would disappear for a while, fly under the radar maybe. That's what I wanted to do anyway. My faith was not where it had been, so the desire to reject the call was strong. But I knew this calling meant working with Erin and she had already won a fair portion of my loyalty and support in just the two weeks I had known her.

"I can do that," I finally affirmed.

And that was that. I became a part of the ward. It's not something I had planned to seek out and it didn't happen immediately but, piece by piece, I became a part of this family. My belonging was established and before I knew it, the amount of love - for me and in me for others - was undeniable and unforgettable.

The initial visit was the catalyst for not only my further RS involvement but also for my friendship with Erin. Then with Stacey. And Ashley and Alaina, and Jenele. And Paige. It led to meeting Leah on the way to the Relief Society retreat and then, in later months, her telling me to "get out" over and over again (to which I mostly refused). Watching What's Up Doc? Rachel and Erin soon followed. Numerous game nights. Flag football with RedD as DJ. Ward council and new member meetings with Kiel. The House of Eight: Ryan, Kyle, Jordan. Sending random memes to Jane. Scores of memorable people who have successfully, and with little resistance from me, become integral to my life. The characters of which I will value and hold dear for the course of my life. Miraculous - every single one of them is a miracle.

And they have made the subsequent adventures most enjoyable.

Adventure #48: Importance

Moses 1:10: "And it came to pass that it was for the space of many hours before Moses did again receive his natural strength like unto man; and he said unto himself: Now, for this cause I know that man is nothing, which thing I never had supposed."

Frustration with humanity has been a thing for me lately and I've been trying to figure out why. At work the other day, I was so frustrated that I was in tears. I would have crawled under my desk to get away from the world except I was the only there to answer the phones at the time (sometimes responsibility is very grounding. Other times (the majority of the time), I wish I could escape it). Nevertheless, I was rooted there until relief came.

The cause of such a state was a boss's boss lecturing me on how to put people on hold. The matter seems truly trivial at this point...but back then it was a last straw sort of moment. And the rest of the day did not get any better. But somewhere in the day, perhaps an hour or so later, I had an epiphany - what I've been calling a miracle moment.

Somewhere between wanting to crawl under my desk, crying and flipping a table to storm out, I realized it didn't actually bother me. Or at least I knew that I was in a position to not let it bother me. I was doing my best and I will continue to do so as long as I work there. And while I still did get lost on occasion through the intensity of certain phone calls and conflicting demands, that realization carried me through the rest of the day. I love that even in the worst of days there are miracle moments.

Amid processing this, my thoughts went to the question: "What makes him more important that me? And why, for the love of mustard, is putting people on hold such a big deal?" But mostly the first question. In the grand scheme of things, neither him nor I have even an ounce of importance. That's when the scripture above came to mind. And I remember feeling similar to Moses, in that I never had supposed the nothingness of man to that degree.

These were the thoughts that freed me that day. I was surprised at just how freeing it was to be nothing and to realize I wasn't any more or less as all the other humans. Because this also led to discovering that even if I am nothing, I am something to the Being that is everything. To be loved by Someone so much bigger than myself must mean I'm okay or at least I have plenty of potential to be.

Mostly it was just nice to level the playing field and to learn that, just as Eleanor Roosevelt said, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

Adventure #39: When Things Go Wrong...Ultimate Edition

"We're a thousand miles from comfort. We have traveled land and sea. But as long as you are with me, there's no place I'd rather be." ~ Rather Be, by Clean Bandit

You may have enjoyed when I locked my keys in the car. You may have followed that up with the night my battery died. I should have written about my starter going out and that towing adventure - never park underground at the library. But with everything I've been through with Merlin Perry the First, I figured I'd write about the final journey of that car.

A secondary title for this adventure should be (especially since it is Thanksgiving):

I'm Grateful for My Friend Katie

I'm glad it was Katie I was with before, during, and after the accident. If your car is going to hit a snow/ice patch on the freeway, spin a couple times, hit a barrier, and end up in the median area, it'd best be with someone who will laugh and cry with you through it. Someone who will swear through the scary parts (you'll have to ask her specifics, if you're interested - she tells great stories!). This same someone will alternate being under control then stressed, switching off with you throughout the adventure. And this was MFK for me. She brought me a blanket and Yoda, she talked about boys to keep us distracted, and kept up a list of firsts for the evening.

I've started calling this the "Miracle Accident" in my head for many reasons. When I went to clean out my car, I saw another car from the same night. Compared to that car (hood completely smashed in and air bags deployed), my car looked like Lightning Mcqueen with the parking boot...at least that's what I imagined when I saw the front wheel. So with cartoon reference in mind, it was still a miracle we walked away. And to me, that was all that mattered. Everything else was details to be handled as they came. MFK was alive, she was fine, she was safe. I am still grateful for that.

With car inoperable, we spent a night in Scipio - at the Scipio hotel in fact (Quiet, Clean, and Comfortable). It was a nice place, especially compared to standing in the median while snow loomed ominously. We got ready for bed, put in White Christmas, and fell asleep as best we could. And when the middle of the night came, and sleep chose to evade me, I was grateful to know my best friend was nearby.

The rest of the weekend came and went. We still went to Cedar, where we figured out how to get me places for the week. Two more aspects of the "Miracle" part factored in here. MFK had started carpooling to work and was able to loan me her car for a few days. This was a blessing for me as was starting work at a dealership, which got me a new car relatively smoothly. Miracles all around! And the day I got my new car, MFK graciously gave me a ride to work at Ridiculous o'clock on a Saturday morning. She is truly the best to do that for me!

That was the end of Merlin Perry the First for me. And I've recently returned from another trip to Cedar - uneventful, comparatively. So Merlin Perry the Second works great and I certainly missed my road trip buddy! MFK, when you read this, I'm blessed to have you in my life and this continues to be proven every day.

Enjoy your adventures!

Adventure #37: When Things Go Wrong...Again

"Always focus on the front windshield and not the rearview mirror." ~ Colin Powell

Some people out there may remember when I locked my keys in the car. Feel free to click the link for a refresher on that situation because I'm about to tell another marvelous story with a similar feeling.

Pictured to the right are Steve (the turtle in the football helmet) and UF (short for Ugly Face - we're not sure what kinda of animal it is). Linsey and I rescued them from quarter machines in Shopko. We did this because I made a list. Because I made this list, my car died in the Shopko parking lot.

The list, for anyone curious, is of 26 things to do because I'm turning 26 on the 26th of this month (Yes, you could say I'm my mother's child in this way). On this list, one of the items was 'buy something out of a quarter machine.' That's what Linsey and I were in pursuit of. And at our first stop, we only acquired a finger light shaped like a tank (something that did come in handy later on). So we decided to check out Shopko's options as well, just as they were closing.

We made it just in time to adopt the lovely creatures seen here (does anyone know what animal UF could possibly be?) Before they could kick us out, we headed back to the car. Still debating the identity of UF, I turned the key to start the car. As Linsey describes it, it sounded like this: __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

I'm not going to say I freaked out but I nearly shut down. Linsey leapt straight into action. She immediately called a friend to come jump it and followed that up with a call to her brother to see if it really was the battery. She was the superhero of the evening; I'd probably still be sitting there if I'd been by myself!

Our friend arrived to attempt to jump my car. This included mile-long jumper cables, a difficult side-mount battery, and repeated attempts. Still nothing happened. No lights. No sounds. I even had to lock my doors by hand.

The decision was made to then remove the battery to go get it checked. Around this time, the first kind stranger pulled up, hoping to use his brand new jumper cables. Instead, he was able to loosen and remove the battery for us. Thanking him, we left to go to AutoZone (because it supposedly closed at 11 - no, the one we went to was closing when we got there). Either way, they tested it - bad battery. Then sent us up the road to their store that was open until 11. However, we passed an O'Reilly's with an open sign (we would have gone here originally but thought they closed at 10 - no, they were open until 11. Oh the confusion!) With all that settled, we bought a battery with relative ease...I was still quite out of it but Linsey kept things going - for which, I am most grateful!

But I think we'd nearly reached our limit because, walking out of O'Reilly's, Linsey starts laughing - busting a gut as they say (who says that? I haven't the foggiest!) I looked at her like, "What is happening?" And looking around her, I see a dog driving a car.

Okay, so it was just in the driver's seat but it was staring at us like driving was the most natural thing for it to be doing. His gaze followed us as we laughed our way to Linsey's car. I swear it was judging us as it did so.

In better spirits...at least, in crazier spirits, we returned to Shopko and my car. As dead as when we left, we used the finger light tank to light the way to implant the battery. Part way through this, two more kind strangers walked up with a flashlight to light the necessary area. Having done our best connecting, I went to try the key again.

I think I should interject here...but mostly to procrastinate the reveal. Did it work or didn't it? Maybe I should end this post here and take a poll. Who out there thinks that this is the end of the story? That my car started right up and we went on our way...Or is it possible that there's more to the story? A moral perhaps? Or another joke at least? Oh okay...I'll tell you.

Nothing. The floor lights flashed and disappeared. And as Linsey's describes it, it sounded like this: __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

I couldn't even think of what to do next. Linsey decided to double check with her brother about the circumstances. And I went in search of the flashlight I was pretty sure I had in the trunk. A few minutes later, we returned to the engine with a new flashlight and motto: "Let your light so shine before men..." And we disconnected the battery again. A few sparks and a pair of protective gloves later, Linsey had implanted the battery yet again. It was during this time that it started to rain and we decided that it would be nice to have lightning strike the battery, if it meant the car would start.

So we've come again to the part where I try to start the car again. But Linsey stops me.

"Wait! Let's pray. I'll say it."

I thought for a moment about a discussion we'd had an hour or so before about how I'd never really been able to see God in car problems. And as I listened to one of my best friends plead for us and for my car, I could feel a connection there. My Heavenly Father was aware of my dead battery. He'd sent kind strangers and thoughtful, capable friends to work miracles in the lonely parking lot.

The prayer ended; I opened the car door.

The lights came on.

I don't think we even needed to start the car to know that our prayer had been answered. But I turned the key, the engine roared, and we released all the tension in our laughter of relief. When we'd gotten all that out, Linsey suggested another prayer. I was more than happy to say it. Heavenly Father was certainly watching out for us and I wanted Him to know how grateful I was for that.

As Linsey wrote on my windshield: We saw a miracle and a dog driving a car! And, this is how a quarter machine quest turns into a hundreds of thousands of dollars battery-implantation excursion.

To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised I escaped without locking my keys in the car during this adventure too!