Super Daddy

About two weeks ago I was walking out of class. My day was over, and I had about an hour and a half before work.

I was SO ready to relax.

So I left campus, crossed the treacherously not-so-busy Pecos road, and hopped into my sweet little Norma Gene.

I put the keys into the egnition, turned, and was greeted with the most terrifying noise of my life!

Rev-rev-put-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

I pulled my keys out quickly, took a deep breath and tried again.

Same noise.

I tried about five times, and each time I panicked just a little bit more.

How could this be happening to me? I take such good care of my car, I always fill up before I reach a quarter tank, I'm a safe driver, I never slam on my breaks, I signal when I turn, why was my car DOING this to me???

I called my dad and he calmly told me that my battery was probably dead and that he'd be over in 15-20 minutes to give me a jump.

So I hankered down and waited.

He came.

He jumped.

He conquered.

 

*double fist pump in the air*

 

So we took it to WalMart, gave it a new battery, and all was well right?

WELL!

Today after class I hopped into Norma Gene, rejoicing that it was now time for Institute, and basking in the last moments that I would have in the ROCKIN' parking spot I had snagged that day on the very end of the row right by the building my class was in (booyah!).

I stuck the key into the ignition and...

...

...

...

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The car was just IGNORING my key turning, obviously telling it to start.

Oh Norma Gene, why?? 

 

This time, I was just a EXTREMELY little tiny pissed about the whole situation and called my mom, who called my dad. I walked to Institute, partook of the spirit, bid Mimi adieu, and was picked up by my father to go try and jump my car again.

Luckily for me, Heavenly Father was two steps ahead of me and had allowed me to snag that sweet parking spot on the end of the row, because had I found a spot even one space over there would have been NO room for my dad to park next to me to give me a jump.

 

*counting my blessings*

 

So after jumping my car we drove it (this time to the dealership), dropped it off, and went out to lunch.

The moral of the story?

I have the best dad in the world who comes and rescues me and then takes me out to shawarma. He is such a wonderful example to me and is always willing to help me, teach me, and correct me in the most loving way possible. He is so smart, and he loves my mom, and is a fantastic example to me for what to look for in a future husband.

I'm so grateful for my daddy!

He deserves the best dad of the year award!