Butch The Mechanic #fridayreflections #postaday

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When I was about 14, my mom and dad took us 4 kids on a trip to Arizona. It was a great trip, I have a lot of good memories of it, that is until I think about the drive home when we broke down taking the “scenic route” aka rural roads.

Arizona has a lot of wide open spaces where there aren’t any service stations. My dad’s car happened to break down somewhere in one of those in scalding heat. the car actually overheated and I remember the blurry air above the hood and the air conditioning going out simulating what a 14 year old thought was hell on earth. To make a long story short, the tow truck guy fixed our car … and charged us $1,000 (it may have been less but to a 14 year old and to my dad it was outrageous.)

After an hour or so of ranting back and forth, My dad knew we had no cash and the mechanic Butch had only made an offer for us to leave a kid while Dad went to get cash. My dad was not agreeable to that. Nor was a 14 year old. So here’s where our luck changed. A guy drove in, it was the only customer since we were towed there.

My dad shared our situation and he said he was a Christian like us and he had some compulsion in the last town to get exactly 1,000 bucks out of the bank. He cashed my dad’s heck and we go the heck out of there. For a long time I thought he was an angel. Now I see it as an amazing and beneficial stroke of good fortune. Either way, it was an act of kindness.

We waited a long time. This was 1984 and there were no cell phones. After a while, a tow truck driver pulled up. He actually towed us with all of us in the car. It was pretty exciting and cool to a 14 year old. The problem came when he towed us to his scary looking “station.” It had bone-ribbed three-legged dogs running around howling and an Exxon sign held up with bungee cords.

I’m linking to Write Tribe’s Friday Reflections in response to the prompt “A random act of kindness I’ve experienced” and to the Daily Post’s prompt curve.

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A Writer in a Windmill With a Really Hot Wife

In my high school yearbook of my senior year, 1987, I was quoted as saying in 20 years I’d be writing books in a windmill with a lovely Swedish wife. I seems to have come true except Sarah is Irish and freckled faced. I don’t have a windmill but I write every day in my blog.
If I could trade in working with kids for another career, it would be to write. It would be on my terms and when I wrote a thought online, it would cause millions to go hmmm. I love the way words connect people through emotion just by one writer activating them through symbols we call letters. It’s like maps and legends. Arcane to some, right at home for others.

I’d write each week about movies, share a diary of my day’s events, get philosophical with a column, and publish neat pictures I capture. Wait a minute … I already do that. I have my blog monetized but it doesn’t pay me a whole lot, certainly not enough to spoil my freckle-faced cutie. Looks like I’ll stick with teaching for now.

Whatever I want to to be known for I need to be doing.

Even when they seem out of reach we should embrace our dreams. I’ve gotten closer than I ever dreamed to being a writer connecting with a large group of good people via my blog. You never know what could happen. If you look at the previous photoblog I posted earlier, you’ll know what I mean when I say: “Get in the suit.” Life is not a dress rehearsal. Go for it I always say.

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This post is part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

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A student-made card I received today from a third grader who wants to be in my class next year. I had her sister in my class 4 years ago. I keep these cards and notes in what I call my “Sunshine File.” They come in handy on rainy days 😉 Encouragement from a child is the most refreshing gift on earth.

People are Like Icebergs

In my experience, people almost always have something more under the surface than what they reveal to others. If a kid commits a crime and gets let off with a suspended sentence, it stays on her/his record. When it’s job time, she/he is likely to either not mention it or play it way down. What’s under the iceberg?

I was hit from behind my a woman with her 3 teenage daughters in the car. She seemed so sorry and broken up about rear-ending me I believed her.

People are often better liars than you think.

As I went around to get her license plate, I could see there were none. She claimed her husband had bought it at an estate auction and that she guessed they didn’t require licenses. I went along with it and found out that day that all the contact info she gave me was bogus, even the drivers license. Lesson learned.

Remember the next time someone comes to you in “all sincerity” that it really isn’t human to do so. There are varying shades of truth that are revealed, person to person. Even I myself, the most honest person on earth of course, will hedge his bets to avoid revealing anything that might get me a worse deal going down.

At the same time, let’s say you’re a good person at heart and you make a mistake. It is very good news that in our wonderful country we are presumed innocent until proven guilty. Lawyers, judges, and juries MUST go on the facts, not on what is presumed guilt. If you are accused, you will go before the court and evidence will be presented, you’ll likely be exonerated.

They will not make their decision on the surface iceberg that everyone can see, the “public” part of the iceberg. They will look at what is under the water and see if it is a time floating structure of ice or a mega deep and thick history of damnable material. If you are a crook, liar, or a thief, you should be concerned because there is a lot under the surface. If not, breathe easy the truth shall set you free. So remember how people are like icebergs, don’t be gullible, look at how deep it goes.

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