A God Thing?

Maybe...maybe not. About two weeks ago, my son's fiance called to ask if I'd watch the kids for a couple of hours while they met with friends. I agreed, so I grabbed a quick bite of dinner, packed my iPad and knitting and went out to the car.

We'd been out to lunch earlier and had no problems, but now the #&$% thing wouldn't start. I took the key out and reinserted it and tried again. Every light on the dashboard came on, but it still wouldn't start. It didn't make a sound. I'm talking dead silence. I made sure the radio, lights and heater were off and tried again with the same results.

After a few expletive deleted moments, I trudged back inside and called. Nobody picked up. Great! I was batting a thousand. Finally, I got J on the phone to tell him I wasn't coming.

Stupid car, I'm thinking and planning on getting it towed to the dealer in the morning and how much it was going to cost me to get it fixed. Damn, I didn't need another bill. Being retired and on a fixed income does have a few drawbacks.

I'm not sure what possessed me right about then, but I grabbed the keys and went back out to the offending vehicle. I even resisted the strong urge to commit structural damage to my beloved Jeep.

Wouldn't you know it? I get in, put the key in the ignition and it starts. Not to look that proverbial gift horse in the mouth, I turned it off and restarted it. Yes, it started. It hasn't given me another bit of trouble since.

The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced I wasn't supposed to go out, or the kids weren't supposed to go. Either way, was it a God thing? Who knows?