Leagues of angels
Don Bradley 3-8-24
Just got my ride fixed this week. 3 weeks ago was at the Post Office, some 20 mile drive from the house here and in coming out, big warning message about the engine. It was snowing out; lots of snow everywhere; the one weekend of snow we had this winter. The engine turned on, but every system reported failure.
I could park the thing at the post
office (where it would get towed into never, never land) and it would
– going up and down mountain roads, in the snow – take me to at
least midnight or later to get home. It was about 38 degrees and
getting nigh near sunset. Freezing to death in the snow didn't
sound too appealing. There is no Uber, Lyft, taxis, or anything up here. It's a bad place to be if you don't know anyone.
And I don't know anyone. Most people around these parts give me the stink eye and avoid me. Some give me more than that, many shout curses, like that. A few have tried to run me off roads and off rocky cliffs down the mountainside. Stuff you have to ignore, because...witches are all over this place. Of course. Why would it be any different.
I'm friendly to all I meet, treat them like family. It's the only way I Know how to be. Especially the witches. They see the best Don I can be, not the fiercest warrior upon the land. There's enough of that in the night battles. Anyways, who cares.
So, there I sit and I turn the engine over and it starts. Surprise. A sea of red and yellow warning lights litter the dash.
But I need to get home.
I pray to Dad to help me get home, some how, some way. Please.
“Just drive home, son.”
Okay. (Frankly, I'm on edge. The dash is screaming at me.)
I put the thing into gear and it starts rolling. No power steering, no water pump, the brakes are now manual, dead alternator, the lot. Nothing works except the engine, turning over the transmission.
The heat indicator instantly red lines to max. (I'm about to hear and feel that old tired engine explode – what else, right?)
So, I ease into the street and head to the lake, which is on the way home, surprised at every mile I drive. I pull into the lake to let the engine cool down, for the last 15 miles up and down mountain ridges at altitude.
“It will be okay.”
After visiting with the ducks, geese, and all my feathered friends, I head for home.
It's cold, the temp is dropping fast outside, the sun is now gone behind the mountains and finally, about twenty minutes later, I'm at the house.
It takes 3 weeks to get it fixed, because I need someone to help me get the thing to the shop. I've no real idea, except all the dash messages say the entire system has failed, leaving me with a dead alternator code. Okay. Odd a dead alternator would take out every system.
So, Monday last, finally get the thing in the shop. Turns out the tensioner pulley had seized up and destroyed the serpentine belt, which runs everything.
Wait! What?
So, with no belts or pulleys, the engine ran, the brakes worked, and I made it home on a engine that should have blown to bits in about ten seconds, running with no systems?
Right. That's exactly what happened.
Impossible to drive, guy says. No way this could be driven ANYWHERE. When I come back in to get the thing ($583) and find out what was wrong, everyone was looking at me strangely. I must be liar, because NO WAY this could have been driven ANYWHERE.
Okay.
Friends...you are not alone in this battle we fight. Our Father and His Son loves you. He will send leagues of angels – if needs be – to help you in your labor to the good.
I only share this recent thing so that you can know you are loved and He will look after you. He knew no one would help me, so HE HELPED ME.
You are very much loved, all of you.
Do what you can, pitch in to whatever labor He leads YOU to do, and get to it. We each of us are given our one talent to do as we are guided to help others, be a light and inspiration, and get through this darkest of dark times.
Leagues of angels.
Don
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| Here they come. |