I left Kara yesterday for the last time, possibly ever. We didn't get very far, however, before we came across a huge accident. A semi carrying scrap metal had tipped over, and there was just barely enough room for us to get by, thankfully on the side of the road that was closest to the side of the mountain and not by the sheer drop-off. We got past there, to the top of the mountain, and BANG! One of our back tires blew out. We conveniently rolled to a stop right in front of a tire repair "shop", and there were people immediately all around us to help change and repair the tire. It was slightly suspicious because the spike like thing that was in the tire couldn't have gotten there unless someone stood it up on the road at just the right angle to go into a tire. Whatever, I think it was a God thing that it didn't happen in the middle of nowhere where we could have been stranded for a while. It only took them about an hour to get the tire off, repair it, and get us back on the road again. Fun times! And all this happens the one time that Mom decides to pack the camera in her bag (which is on top of the truck). Ah well. Memories last longer than pictures, right?
Have you ever done something that you wished you hadn't but can't seem to figure out a way to make it better? That's me right now, and I'm struggling with it. I've hurt someone possibly beyond repair and it's killing me to know that I'm the cause of it. Pray that I'll have peace, and that the other person will find peace too... Thanks guys! Love you tons!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment