Yesterday afternoon I went to a family wedding. The day was beautiful, the bride absolutely stunning, the groom handsome, and the service, the ceremony and the reception a huge amount of fun. The father of the groom is one of my cousins, and he reminded me that I was an usher at his wedding way too many years ago.
There were a number of wonderful images that I have firmly imprinted in my mind from the day, including the use of names. One of my cousins grandchildren has been named after his mother, at times a difficult woman, but one who always treated me wonderfully, and of whom I have only the fondest of memories.
I figured out a good time to leave, and headed home thinking about how much fun the day was. But as I headed north, I sensed that my trusty Saab was not running quite right, but thought it was my imagination. My imagination turned into a dark reality, and whammo my car stopped running. I was able to get off the Interstate at an exit and glide into a Shell convenience store/gas station.
I tried to re-start the car, but no luck, then called a friend and a tow truck which took forever to get there. But when it did, the driver was skilled and in short period of time, he had my car on the flat bed part of the truck ready to haul to the Saab garage.
But rather than let the pros do the work, I decided I would help the driver retrieve all his gear. As I walked to pick up his gear, I stepped innocently on something, slipped, and suddenly fell crashing to the pavement, effectively planting my face into the concrete. It was like being in a fight, and never seeing the punch that knocked me right out of the ring.
I managed to pick myself up, lips bleeding, teeth almost loose, hand bruised, knee incredibly sore, and my clothes a total mess. It all happened so fast that a day later I am not sure what happened.
Some of the soreness is now gone, but my knee is still aching, and hand pretty bruised.
So lessons learned:
a. Cold water takes the blood out of your tie.
b. Lots of Advil minimizes the pain.
c. Leave the real work to the pros.
I am just grateful not to have a broken hand/leg. And hopefully the analysis from the Saab garage will not be brutal.
But the Wedding was wonderful, and I am glad that I went.