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Day Off (Sort Of)

My son had to have a tooth pulled yesterday, and his mother took the day to go with him for that appointment.

Since everyone needs a little recovery time, even with something as minor as a tooth pull, I took the day to stay home with him.

We played video games and hung out. He mostly played video games.

I caught up on a bit of housework and watched over him and listened to a cat snore.

We were supposed to have exceedingly lousy weather todayβ€”severe thunderstorms with the possibility of a tornado. I’m not afraid of much but the mere mention of tornadoes scares the hell out of me.

And so, I prayed for protection. And I prayed for safety. And whether anyone wants to believe it or not prayer works for me.

It was a very peaceful day, both life and weather-wise. οΏΌ

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I think I’ve mentioned that I work in retail around a pretty diverse group of folk.

I’ve become close with a lot of them. Some of them have moved on to other jobs, and some have had bigger aspirations. Some want to make the world a better place.

I think I’ve moved into sort of a kinda old man/ fatherly type with some of them.

Rivera is a younger guy who left one of my stores a while back with an idea of what he wanted to be in the world. How he was gonna make his difference.

I saw him today. In his uniform. He wanted to become a cop and he did.

He’s a good man. An honest man. I feel safer with him out there patrolling the streets I drive on every day.

And yes, I had to tell him how proud I am of him. It does my heart good to see someone succeed like that.

I just added this to possibly aggravate someone.

And then you flip a coin.

I have another friend I watched go through some significant problems with drugs.

I can’t even pretend to start understanding severe addiction. It boggles my mind how someone can let that kind of demon take over.

We will call her A.

Pretty woman. Classic Southern beauty. I knew her when she was younger and had her problems. Sometimes people outgrow their troubles.

We ended up working alongside each other in retail, me representing my company and her representing another.

With her head on straight she can sell like nobody’s business. She really knows how to read people.

I watched her move up from rep to manager to district manager. A real success story.

But then those demons caught up with her again.

One bad decision has cost her everything.

Maybe she’ll make it back to where she was.

I sincerely hope so. It breaks my heart to watch people I care for fall like this.

I have a friend, a brother, who is going through some rough things medically.

If you pray please keep him in mind.

I won’t give his name here; He will know who you’re talking about.

As a matter of fact, pray for all three of them. They all need it. Pray for safety. Pray for help. Pray for healing.

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Sunday Morning (1999 Project)

This is how it starts…

Not a bad way to spend the day if there’s a favorable outcome.

8:00 AM: I’m starting off the day trying to figure the problem out with the truck and these spark plugs. And I may have found the problem. I think it’s the wrong set of plugs. You’d think the guy at the counter would have some knowledge as to what he’s selling you but I’ve trusted too much in that. It would seem he’s wrong.

(Further on I’ll be talking about O’Reilly’s. I didn’t get the bad plugs from there. – Credit where credit is due.)

I’ll be taking off to the parts place with a little more knowledge this time and the manual and truck info to back me up.

But first, church.

12:19 PM

I’m at O’Reilly Auto Parts and my man Chuck here confirmed part of a problem. I was sold single platinum plugs instead of double platinum plugs at the other parts place. The plug in five split and is causing misfire. These plugs couldn’t handle the workload.

We may be onto something…

1:00 PM: I got back home, stepped out of the car and directly to the truck. I went to work on replacing the plugs.

The Usual Suspects

I started at one and went to six. I didn’t pull a wire until I had the previous one gap checked, greased and seated. That fifth cylinder misfire was because of these old plugs. That would be number five in the lineup pictured above. Absolutely the wrong equipment for the application.

2:14 PM: After about an hour I was back on the road but it wasn’t all rainbows and roses, no. The battery had died and a cell had went bad so I was off to another O’Reilly’s to see about a new battery.

The truck isn’t cutting back like it was and no check engine light. No misfire. This, for me, is huge! I love my truck but it has to be usable to stick around.

At this point I was only into this little adventure for blood, sweat, and $32.00 USD. I was dreading having to shell out for a new battery. They aren’t outrageous but they aren’t cheap either. And this battery was only a year old.

Mr. Gene

But then I guess there was a bit of β€œwhiskers on kittensβ€œ. Turns out the battery I bought a year ago was under a two year warranty at O’Reilly’s. Those fellas helped me out big time to day.

A BIG SHOUT OUT to O’Reilly’s and to their employees. Gene and Jim in Camden, SC and Chuck in Lancaster, SC. They were super helpful and knowledgeable today.

And also, I’m thanking God. It’s getting hot and there’s no air in the Escape. The Ranger has super cold air. I prayed over the truck last night hoping that this was the problem. I needed it and it was granted. So thank you Lord for the hands and mind to work the problem and the grace to let this happen.

5:50 PM: I haven’t eaten all day. I was all about getting this done. And now it’s almost supper time.

Time to shower, eat, and relax. Tomorrow’s Monday.

And it’s gonna be a great day!

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Another Day, Another Storm

We had a severe thunderstorm warning here today. There was a possibility of tornadoes, again. The wind got up and it rained a bit.

The storm passed to one side of our location.

On the plus side the new weather radio worked like a charm.

I’ve mentioned on here before about the tornado that passed over our home last year. I get nervous when we have severe weather. It’s just a little bit of PTSD from the aforementioned storm last year.

I’ve gotten better. I’m prepared for what might happen. And that’s what I can do.

Because, in reality, there isn’t a thing I can do about the storm itself. I have no control. I’m just a man.

I can pray.

I can trust God to get me through them.

To protect my home and my family. And to help us through what comes next.

And that’s all there is.


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I’m not ashamed to say I’m a Christian. I pray every day. I read my bible. I go to church.

I’m scared of few things. But one thing I am scared of is big storms. Lightning terrifies me.

I always say a prayer and ask the Lord to watch over my house and family during storms.

Last night He did just that.

Graveyard wall. Buffalo Baptist Church, Kershaw, SC.

The graveyard wall at my old church here in the neighborhood took a hit. It got busted up pretty bad. There’s more damage than is shown in the picture but that’s not what this is about.

Prayers are answered all the time. It might not be what you want, but it’s always exactly what you need.