I finally got up enough nerve to parallel park this morning.
Generally speaking, I would rather park two blocks away than parallel park. I feel like the entire world is watching and giggling — as I manoeuvre my car — start turning to the left a little…now back…to the right and forward…..stop…back and to the left…straighten it out and forward — and I’m sweating the entire time. So, I avoid this traumatic situation most of the time.
But I had a great sleep last night, had a good breakfast, all was going well this morning so when I drove to town and saw a single parking spot calling my name…well, I don’t know what got into me but I rose to the challenge. All my conditions were met — or so I thought. The coast was clear as far as I could see. No one was approaching and no one was behind me, waiting to slip into the parking spot.
I pulled up beside the car in front of me, stopped, turned the wheel all the right to the right, began backing up . . . and that’s when things fell part. Not sure how it happened but next thing I knew, I hit a pile of garbage bags.
Oh, did I mention I was on the curb?
And to add to all the commotion, yes…there were witnesses. Three of them – all women. Their body language was strong with their outstretched arms and hands up, their faces were contorted with unbelief and their voices were loud.
One of those “remember when” moments for sure.
By the time I had moved the car off the curb, the car ahead of me was gone and I parked with no further incident.
When I got out of the car, I walked towards the wreckage and what did I see?
The three women were on their knees, quietly cleaning up the garbage.
No comment, no sarcasm, no anger – just three kind women helping me.
After a few minutes, one of the women turned to me and said, “I park in the parking lot behind the store. Most of the time, there’s shade as well. No possibility of hitting garbage piles or people. Hey, aren’t you the nice lady who works at smallMart?”
Never to be forgotten.
“I used to but I’m not there anymore” is all I could muster up as my face turned bright red.
“Well, I’m paying it forward. You helped me one day last year when I was in the store and I spilled a jug of milk all over the floor. Remember?
I did remember that incident. It was no big deal – I just cleaned the mess up – but I do remember how thankful this lady was when I helped her out.
She went on to say, “Well, I don’t know what you’re doing these days but I hope you’re not a driving instructor!”
We all laughed, I thanked them for their help and offered to buy coffee for the group but they didn’t take me up on the offer.
“We gotta’ go. We just wanted to help. Did our good deed for the day.”
Great moment, huh?
I. Its awesome to live in a small town.
2. Clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Colossians 3.12
3 Stick with the plan – NO PARALLEL PARKING. GO FOR THE PARKING LOT.