Sunday, December 12, 2010

This is a Little Strange Evening

I'm typing this post in my car. A strange event just happened as I was on my way home, and as it stands, I'm waiting patiently and exhaustedly in my car for this to be over.

After writing that previous line, a tow truck appeared from the corner of my eye. In a thought of sheer thankfulness, I just praised God.

I had a somewhat peculiar day. I woke up later than I wanted to, not hearing the two alarms I had prepared for myself. I was dreary and made it to work with thick phlegm in my throat, a sniffle and tired eyes. Just thinking of being tired... of being tired. In this irony of perpetual, "tired-ness," I found myself staring at my computer, working on something that just needed to be finished. A project of both simple and rigorous implementation. Work was good, productive, and somewhat fun. As in the midst of the busyness, I was able to appreciate not being in bed and just thanking God for the capability to work under such physical lows.

After work, I drove to see my friends, we just hung out and relaxed, made jokes. Then they started writing papers while I fixed a bug that was bothering me on my blog. At around 11:30pm, we left to go to an ice skating rink in Yorba Linda. My friends and a bunch of people played broom ball; the game finished in about an hour. We left the place at around 1:40am.

Coming back to my friend's home, we separated, it was late and I wanted to sleep. On the drive home, the freeway that I need to take narrowed down to one lane due to painting lanes. I exited the freeway one exit than I usually take and found a car close to the exit lane from the south side. So I evaluated the situation and figured, this person is probably in trouble and doesn't know what to do. With the way people drive on main streets getting out of the freeway at these hours, I assumed that it wouldn't be safe to leave a car in the middle of two middle lanes. So I parked my car in the near parking lot. I prayed and walked toward the car and saw the driver. She was on her phone with a seemingly frantic look on her face. She was wearing clothes that I've seen people walk out to town in... in bars. So approached the passenger side door and asked, "do you need help?" She replied "yes" and I told her to put her car in neutral so I could push it to safety. As I was pushing it up the hill toward the parking lot, I was praying, and as the incline was feeling somewhat steeper because of the burden I was pushing, she pulled on her emergency brake. I was somewhat confused as to the reason why someone would do that... so I walked toward her driver side and asked her to not do that. She replied, "sorry, can I help push?" I just said, I need you to steer.

We got closer and closer to our destination, she turned straight into the hump entering the parking lot. I felt it, I felt it in my thighs, my calf muscles, my back, my ankles... I asked her to pull the emergency break, and she did. I asked her to push the car from the back as I steered. I wanted to use my position in the front as both leverage and be able to steer the car. After counting to three, we were able to get it over the bump and into the parking lot, I jumped into the car and parked it near a lamp post. A few kids in the parking lot came out their car and helped push a bit up the bump as well.

The guys from the car and I took a look at the radiator and oil. She kept mentioning that it could just be overheating. So we opened up the radiator... steam. We added water from left over bottles to the radiator, in hopes that we would be able to cool it down. For an hour we kept adding water, watching and observing whether or not the steam would dissipate. Finally, we were confident that the car had cooled down enough to start. She got into the car and attempted to start the car three times, it just would not work. She couldn't leave. She finally called her mother for the first time that evening. She was shaken, afraid and anxious on the phone and screamed "it's not my fault, it's not my fault..." over and over. The guys in the parking lot left and I waited with her in my car where I turned on the heater for the tow truck her mom sent.

It was truly a strange evening.


  1. hmm. odd experience, eh? sounds like you felt something moving in that experience. could it have been the girl's conversation with her mom? or just the sheer ability to help another in need?

    great post man, your writing is very captivating.

  2. Lesson to learn: When you're tired, don't stay out with your friends until 5 am. Your body and mind need rest! It's up to you to take care of it, and call it a night!

  3. @Emily: My friends and I weren't hanging out until 5am... hahaha, we ended at around 1:40am


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