Never Ending

Well if you haven't heard me rant about my family's 2 vans, your definitely in for a joy ride. So for the past like three? months if its not my mom's van having problems, its my dad's van. It all started when... oh I can't even recall the first incident but my mom's van just kept dieing so easily and would be in need of a car boost (her vehicle is only five years old), so that happened quite a few times and it would be a pain. Then after my mom's van finally died for the last time because the battery actually ceased its living, and we got a new one, my dad's van started having car problems. Its a seven year old Kia and I guess like any other thing that gets old, it starts breaking down. I remember the first time it died, we couldn't fix it because the car fixing place we go to was actually going through renovations! Well eventually my dad's van was thought to be 'fixed', and parts were repaired and things were back to normal for the family, home sweet home right?

NOPE.

Not until last night was I driving home from church that I noticed the brake light didn't turn off and the battery light came on, and then the radio I was listening TURNED OFF ( this is sounding like a movie scenario, I know, it gets worst!!) then the lights in the car slowly started dimming, and right then I totally knew what was happening and I was praying to God that I could make it home before the battery would die... yet again. Luckily as this was happening I happen to be driving around the same speed as a close friend and her mom. We both stopped at the intersection parallel to each other (the one right before my house..oh SO CLOSE right.. but not close enough) and right then when I stopped and braked before the red light, all the lights died and I knew I was screwed. The lights turned green, my car wouldn't go, I got honked of course, I turned on the emergency signal, it came on, then went off, then came on with some squeaky noises, I call my dad and tell him what happened (and since this happened before, he thought it was the same problem as last time so I did what he told me to), I turned the car off, turned it back on, emergency lights were gone, this creepy noise from the engine started coming on.. eek ek ek ek ek.. my dad tells me he's on his way, and even though from my position to my house was a 10min walk ish... I was wondering how in the world my dad was going to reach me because he didn't have a car (my mom had gone to work with her van already)... so I just kept praying to God and hoping a miracle would happen and hoping I wouldn't die ( I know I'm exaggerating but in that moment it really felt like the end of the world).

As I was waiting (and since all the lights and the emergency lights were out) I decided I should get out of the car and signal to cars to switch lanes instead of them constantly honking themselves and realizing my car is dead plus I wanted to get out because the car was making all these weird noises and everything was dead in the car and I really felt like it may have exploded. Initially when I tried to unlock the doors it wouldn't work and I thought... crap maybe because the battery died nothing is working, I'm gonna die, would I have to kick the windows if, If, IF something worst happened? but I tried again (and maybe I was just overwhelmed by everything the first time) and this time it worked, and I stood there in the freezing cold waiting how in the world my dad was to reach me as I signaled cars off. WHY did this have to happen on a day where the weather was so unpleasant and beeping cold?!!?

Finally my dad came, and I saw a car off to the side that had driven him here, and I assumed it was my neighbors' but it was my friend and her mom whom had driven and stopped at the intersection beside me. They noticed I wasn't following behind them and driven home to get my dad! It was God's grace, and I felt it despite all the things going through my head. I also felt the love of Canadians, two different African American drivers and had stopped to offer to boost our car and the one whom tried boosting, our car didn't budge at all. We had to call in a family friend (whom probably been called by the Phos' constantly in these past three months) and he brought another battery... but it seemed like it wasn't really working, but at least it got the car home where we found out some other internal organ in the car was dead and yadda yadda car talk.

So what is my point over this big rant from the last night? I don't know really, but first I'm sick of car problems, secondly I really felt God answer my prayers in a moment I thought the car may explode, and lastly, I pray to God and hope that in all his power, that this may be the last car incident. Sigh* if only.

On a happier note, I got a job! Thank God for that =))