So I finally had a break down over my family member and their illness. I haven’t cried or felt overwhelmed since finding out the news. Until last Wednesday.
I had so much to do that day. My phone was acting up so I had to get that fixed. I had to run to Target to get some things. I had to bring my work kids a lot of places and such so it was a long day ahead.
I pulled into a spot at the mall and went into the Apple Store. Coming out of the store I noticed the Children’s Place was having their $1.99 sale so I went in there. Thank god I spent more time shopping then I should have because I came out of there and I had a flat tire. A flat tire that could have blown on the highway. So I called AAA.
The guy came out in his truck to change my tire ( I will NEVER use them again) and proceeded to try and get the nuts off my tire. Well he got them off, BY SNAPPING THEM OFF. Yes you read that right. The metal nuts he snapped off, bam broke, bam $$$$. At this point he said he had to call a tow truck to bring it to my mechanic. NO SHIT SHERLOCK! I don’t have fricken tire nuts!
He left and I just lost it. I was crying so hard. Blaming my grampa for what was going on with the whole cancer thing. Crying about my tire. Crying about EVERYTHING. I called my BFF Liz and just lost it. She said of course it took something to trigger this melt down and my tire was it. I was getting it all out.
Well. While I was loosing it a man came over to my window, asked if I was OK and to let me know I had a flat tire with no nuts. UGH DUDE I KNOW! He told me to stop crying it would be OK and if I needed anything he would be in the book store. Awww nice guy. I felt bad for crying in front of him.
Well Liz calmed me down, I was able to call the mail man for a ride, my tow truck was on the way and my mechanic told me if I needed a shoulder to cry on he was there. (Yea my mechanic rocks. He is a family friend.)
So as I sit there just thinking and apologizing to my grampa for being mad and yelling at him in heaven, the man comes back to my window. Now mind you I have stopped crying at this point. I rolled down my window and as he stood in the 5 degree (not lying) weather he said, “I bought you a hot chocolate and a peanut butter cookie. I figured you needed a friend.”
O.M.G I LOST it again. I starting crying even harder. “I love hot chocolate and peanut butter cookies are my all time favorite. My ****** has cancer, my tire is flat and my dad is handicaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.” He then held my hand and said he was so sorry and that he has cancer in his family. He will be praying for my family and I and that the hot chocolate, cookies and a friend is all he could offer but he wanted to offer something. He was right.
I asked him his name and he said Robert. Robert was my grampa’s name.
One day I hope I can pay it forward.