Pride comes before the fall

Today was spent in constant reflection over the events of the past 10 hours. In that time I have become a firm believer in the Bible's wisdom concerning pride. My last post was a bit unabashedly prideful (I mean really, "I win!" ?) and in many ways spiteful. Granted I posted it knowing full well that the ex in question is completely oblivious to the fact that I even have a blog, but it does not alter the principle.

Today, my shiny old Escort died on the freeway on my way to class where an assignment was due. I called my own version of AAA (daddy) and he was already full swing into business meetings. Near the exit ramp of such-and-such, sweltering hot for 9am, and flustered by the thought that I wouldn't have a car for the rest of my stay here in the U.S., I called my real hero(ine).

T came to my rescue no questions asked beyond: "Where are you?" She is my saving grace and my shining star and all the other cliché sounding adjectives.

Back to complaining: I am without a car, I don't have a ride home, I go to the language center for a portuguese assignment that can't be completed because of the bus schedule, I'm dropped off in dumping/pouring sheets of rain, and when I get home an assignment I had worked on all afternoon (3 hours of work) did not make it to the other side of cyberspace to my email inbox and I have to start all over again.

Now that I've vented, during all this nonsense I've literally counted the blessings of my day:

1) I got to help T with her hija while she took an Ojibwe test. We went to the playground where we rode the train to a wedding where she (the magician princess) married a ghost named Africa.

2) Her roommate deemed it necessary and/or a pleasure to buy my lunch at Holy Land - Cannot express the pleasure I get from that place's food. THANKS J!!!

3) I bumped into T in the language lab and after listening to my sob-story she offered a ride and a place to stay in the city on Saturday - our party night.

4) I was worried about showing up late to my first class, but it didn't matter much. And the same professor will allow late assignments due to my trip to Mexico.

5) I was also planning to skip a film class in order to enjoy my ethnic lunch thinking I would walk in during the post-film discussion. Turns out I walked in on the last 5 minutes of the film itself, avoided the notice of the profesor, collected my graded homework and got full credit for attendance.

6) My dad did come pick me up from the bus stop and saved me from the dumping/pouring sheets of rain... even though 2 minutes later than desired.

7) My mom is "making" me go to Mexico.

8) I have fabulous friends, a fabulous fiancé and a fabulous dad/family who will lend cars and rides at the drop of the proverbial hat.

9) I don't have to worry about car insurance anymore, and now I know my next job will be downtown :) - just within walking distance of the nearest bus stop.

10) I'm alive.

So, in comparison, although I might be flustered and a little stressed by the thought of walking to a bus stop in the freezing cold or snow or dumping/pouring sheets of rain... I'm not so bad off.