Thread: A Really Good Very Bad Day

This morning a little after nine I blew the engine in my vehicle. I was 153 miles north of McAllen and about 12 miles south of George West Texas. If this is not the middle of nowhere, you can see it from there. I just made it back to McAllen, 14 hours later.
But it was such an uplifting day and this is why...
An elderly couple stopped and gave some bottles of water. Another couple saw me on their way to church and breakfast. When they saw me on their way home they drove into George West and came back with a hot sandwich and fries, a coke, a gallon of water, and an umbrella. Two guys working on a ranch towed me to a truck stop in town. There I met Jim- he sells firewood there- and he sat and talked with me for four hours until my friend got there. Then he used his ATV to push my car onto the car trailer.
And, of course, my friend who rounded up a car trailer and a truck, then drove 300 miles to come get me
I think I finally understand feeling grateful and blessed, even in adverse conditions. All day I was in good spirits, even happy.
Tomorrow, when I find out what a replacement engine is going to cost me, I'll probably have a stroke and a heart attack, but that is a story for another day.

And who says there are no good people left in the world.

Originally Posted by greynotsoold

This morning a little after nine I blew the engine in my vehicle. I was 153 miles north of McAllen and about 12 miles south of George West Texas. If this is not the middle of nowhere, you can see it from there. I just made it back to McAllen, 14 hours later.
But it was such an uplifting day and this is why...
An elderly couple stopped and gave some bottles of water. Another couple saw me on their way to church and breakfast. When they saw me on their way home they drove into George West and came back with a hot sandwich and fries, a coke, a gallon of water, and an umbrella. Two guys working on a ranch towed me to a truck stop in town. There I met Jim- he sells firewood there- and he sat and talked with me for four hours until my friend got there. Then he used his ATV to push my car onto the car trailer.
And, of course, my friend who rounded up a car trailer and a truck, then drove 300 miles to come get me
I think I finally understand feeling grateful and blessed, even in adverse conditions. All day I was in good spirits, even happy.
Tomorrow, when I find out what a replacement engine is going to cost me, I'll probably have a stroke and a heart attack, but that is a story for another day.

That's quite the very best thing that could ever happen in such dire moments. Glad to see that your good star did shine a bit for you despite the very shitty situation

What a great way to look at things. Magic and miracles in the world when you choose to see it.

That is awesome bud, sounds like you ran into real people. Sometimes the best moments we have are when we're at our least.

Sort of sweet and sour.

Joe: my only question is what kind of a sandwich was it that they brought you? I bet you those two pricks forgot to bring you ketchup and mustard, motherfuckers.

Originally Posted by brocktonblockbust

Joe: my only question is what kind of a sandwich was it that they brought you? I bet you those two pricks forgot to bring you ketchup and mustard, motherfuckers.

Ham and cheese, hot. Nice, thick slice of ham and lots of cheese. The bread was lightly toasted.

Originally Posted by greynotsoold

Originally Posted by brocktonblockbust

Joe: my only question is what kind of a sandwich was it that they brought you? I bet you those two pricks forgot to bring you ketchup and mustard, motherfuckers.

Ham and cheese, hot. Nice, thick slice of ham and lots of cheese. The bread was lightly toasted.

Great comfort food in that time. I know a lil' about getting stranded in fucking Big Ass Texas. I once was taking a Greyhound ffrom Phoenix to chicago, and we stopped in Van Horn, Texas around noon. Driver said we had 30 minutes rest there. so I go into an adjoining restaurant nwear the Greyhound parking area, and order some food, which takes a lil' too long to arrive, if You know what I mean. bwahahahaha So I finish eating and look at the clock and its 12:25 so I ask for the check. It took a good minute for it to arrive, I start to panic and rush to the cashier to pay, who is very very very slow. I look up at the clock, its abotu 12:28, I have 2 minutes, but the Greyhound is only about 150 feet from the front fdoor of the restaurant, so I trot outside about a jogging pace out the front door, thinking I'll make it in about 30 seconds to the bus, which would still give me 1 minute and 30 seconds of leeway.

Well, as I round the corner of the building THERE GOES THE FUCKING GREYHOUND OUT THE DRIVEWAY AND ONTO THE FREEWAY MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LEFT A GOOD 90 SECONDS EARLY AND I WAS STRANDED in van Fuckiking Horn, Texas for about 4 hours until the next Greyhound pulled in. 4 hours of absolutely shit to do in the middle of nowhere and I mean NOWHERE.

I have been to Van Horn.

Originally Posted by brocktonblockbust

Originally Posted by greynotsoold

Originally Posted by brocktonblockbust

Joe: my only question is what kind of a sandwich was it that they brought you? I bet you those two pricks forgot to bring you ketchup and mustard, motherfuckers.

Ham and cheese, hot. Nice, thick slice of ham and lots of cheese. The bread was lightly toasted.

Great comfort food in that time. I know a lil' about getting stranded in fucking Big Ass Texas. I once was taking a Greyhound ffrom Phoenix to chicago, and we stopped in Van Horn, Texas around noon. Driver said we had 30 minutes rest there. so I go into an adjoining restaurant nwear the Greyhound parking area, and order some food, which takes a lil' too long to arrive, if You know what I mean. bwahahahaha So I finish eating and look at the clock and its 12:25 so I ask for the check. It took a good minute for it to arrive, I start to panic and rush to the cashier to pay, who is very very very slow. I look up at the clock, its abotu 12:28, I have 2 minutes, but the Greyhound is only about 150 feet from the front fdoor of the restaurant, so I trot outside about a jogging pace out the front door, thinking I'll make it in about 30 seconds to the bus, which would still give me 1 minute and 30 seconds of leeway.

Well, as I round the corner of the building THERE GOES THE FUCKING GREYHOUND OUT THE DRIVEWAY AND ONTO THE FREEWAY MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LEFT A GOOD 90 SECONDS EARLY AND I WAS STRANDED in van Fuckiking Horn, Texas for about 4 hours until the next Greyhound pulled in. 4 hours of absolutely shit to do in the middle of nowhere and I mean NOWHERE.

4 whole hours?!!!


It's a minor miracle you survived to be fair what with all the hot and cold food and drink available on tap