"Thank God our transmission blew up!"

I'll warn you.  This is a long post.  It is mostly for my sake so I remember how God provided.  If you read it, just imagine it is a short book and it will seem like a short story instead of a long blog post.  Here it goes.

I had just had two conversations about how fortunate we have been that our 2003 Honda Odyssey hadn't had any transmission problems.  Everybody I know that has that model and that year has already had their transmission fail.  Well, on the way to the beach it was our turn.  It was a sinking feeling to be on I-40 well past the Raleigh area, van packed full, plus luggage on the roof and I see my tachometer registering 5-6,000 RPMs.  And, no, I wasn't driving fast enough for that to be right. 

We limp to the next exit which was the last populated exit for a couple marathons.  With the help of a very friendly and assertive gas station employee we confirm that our transmission was no longer functional.  Of course, the smoke, fluid on the ground and lack of forward movement were pretty convincing to me that I had a blown transmission and I have never even replaced a flat tire or changed the oil myself.

I quickly accepted that this van was not going to get us to our final destination at Pine Knoll Shores.  So, we needed to get it to someplace that could repair the transmission and we needed another form of transportation to get us the remaining 100 miles, or so.  No problem, I called AAA.  I've been paying for it for about 20 years.  Time to cash in.  Before they could help me, they needed to know where I was at.  That meant I needed to know where I was at.  I was off I-40 in a BP parking lot, next to a McDonald's.  That wasn't good enough for them. Fortunately I remembered that the exit sign said Warsaw.  Apparently Warsaw isn't a very big place because AAA kept asking for the nearest larger town.  Eventually, we identified Goldsboro as the nearest population large enough to receive a transmissionless Honda Odyssey. 

Our trip quickly went from a great beach trip to a long pit stop at the Warsaw BP.  But, then it turned back into a cool family trip, in our kid's eyes anyway, because our kids got a kick out of riding in the tow truck with our van on the flat bed right out the back window.

34 miles later (I know this because AAA only covers 3 miles and then I pay $3/mile for the rest) we end up at the Honda dealership in Goldsboro.  They quickly diagnose my problem and present me with an estimate and our options.  Without paraphrasing too much, they come and say, "the transmission will cost $5,300 to fix, we will give you $500 for the van as a trade in, and all the car rental places in Goldsboro are closed because it is Saturday".  Fortunately, while waiting for the tow truck and on the ride to Goldsboro, we had coordinated with our GREAT friends, that were originally going to meet us at the beach the next day, to get my truck from home and bring it to us after they did a quick packing of all their stuff.  So, we had about 3 hours to kill in Goldsboro with no transportation. 

We decided to use that time to figure out some options for the end of the week when we needed a second vehicle again.  Of course, the dealership was more than happy to get us in one of their vans for a test drive.  We started out smart by driving one of the used vans on the lot.  But, then we tested one of the new vans. 

The next hour, or so, was spent talking with the sales manager at the dealership, other dealerships, family and friends trying to figure out what our next move was.  Ultimately, I couldn't justify making a decision of that magnitude within 4 hours of our beach trip turning into a car buying trip.  I told the sales manager about the $200 rocking chair that I bought spontaneously 12 years ago and that it still bugs me that I didn't think it through.  He offered to keep his price till I could call him during the week after having time to think about it.    

Thanks to our wonderful friends, we finally got to the beach 5-6 hours after we had planned to arrive but we were there and the house had a hot tub.  If you ever have your transmission die, find a hot tub.

Sunday morning we went to a local church and heard about 4 sermons, or it seemed like it because each time it seemed like the pastor had summed up the message, he jumped right back in.  One time, I thought he was about to wrap up and then he said, "now lets dig a little bit deeper".  Fortunately, the content was good.  The first summation was that we need to understand that our lives are directed by God's Purpose, God's Plan and God's Timing.  That was a pretty well timed message for us.  For those of you curious what the text was that he drew this from.  It was 1 Samuel 24 where David spares Saul's life in the cave.   

Later that afternoon, we were sitting on the beach and we see a tire washing up on the shore.  We immediately started laughing and remembering the sermon.  God's Purpose, God's Plan, God's Timing.  We jokingly said it must mean it was God's Purpose to get us a new van, God's Plan to have it wash up piece by piece, and God's Timing meant we needed to stay at the beach till the rest of the van showed up.

It gets better.  The next day, Kaylyn and I are walking down the beach and we see a second tire washing up.  Unbelievable!!  We told our friends about the second piece of our new van washing up.  They said, "no, it's a different kind of tire (true) which means they should also be getting a new van".  They had the same model we did and were having troubles but theirs was still moving at the moment.     

Monday afternoon, while people were resting, reading or playing inside, I did van research.  First decision was to fix it or not.  Then, if not, buy used or new and where.  The information I had seemed to lead to buying new and ultimately buying it at the dealership in Goldsboro.  We got a good price and some nice extras to sweeten the deal.  They also were very nice hosts that Saturday afternoon, accomodating our kids, tolerating all our phone calls, etc.  So, Tuesday evening I finalize the deal and we arranged to pick up our new van the upcoming Saturday on our way home from the beach. 

So, why the title to the blog?  "Thank God, our transmission blew up!"  Initially, it didn't seem like a very good situation but as we dealt with it and looking back on it we see so many instances where God provided.  And, ultimately, it was a perfect time for us to make the transition to a new van which I new was coming sooner or later with our mileage and the history of transmission issues on these model years.  Here are some examples of God's provision.

-We had debated whether we should go to our girl's soccer games the morning that we left for the beach.  We decided to skip the games to get to the beach "at a reasonable time".  If we had waited, our transmission would have blown much later in the day.  Most of the story above couldn't have happened.  The dealership would be closed.  Our friends wouldn't have had as much time to respond.  Even something as small as that I was going to get gas at the exit we limped up to.  So, I had saved a full tanks worth of $$.

-God has provided us with great friends that proactively came up with the plan to come rescue us.  We hadn't even thought to ask.

-God provided us with great memories.  The ride in the tow truck was the highlight of day one of our vacation for the girls.  I look forward to talking with our friends years from now and saying "remember that beach trip when we got new vans.....".

-The closest car place that was open was a Honda dealership.  Not only that, but as I talked to people throughout the week, I heard more than once that they had heard good things about that dealership.  What are the odds that we get towed to a car dealerhip an hour from home that people have had good experiences at? 

-God showed His sense of humor with the tires washing up.  Just in case the situation was weighing us down, He provided many laughs for us that week.  I've never seen a tire wash up, not just appear one morning, but actually washing up in front of us.  I'm guessing I won't see that again.

-It turned out to be the perfect time to buy a van.  Honda was running a .9% financing offer which took some of the short term financial burden off the decision.  I didn't need the 2nd car for a week.  It was the end of the month when dealers want to "deal".  I had plenty of free time to research vans which was actually kind of fun.  Being so far from home, I had alot of dealerships I could call that were between the beach and home so I had alot of info to go into the price negotiations with.  If the van had died a week earlier, during the kid's school year, we would have been in a bind.  As Kaylyn pointed out, I was with her when it happened.  She isn't a big fan of having car problems on her own.

Oh, and one fun piece of information to wrap up this story is that our friends ended up buying a new van that week, too.  They were able to get the local dealership at the beach to match the deal I got plus a better trade in on their still-functioning-van.  So, we both left with old vans with numerous problems and both returned with new vans and great deals AND unforgetable memories. 

Thank God for His timing.  Thank God for our friends.  Thank God for our memories.

Thank God, our transmission blew up!                                                            

Lessons From the Range, Part II

This picks up where Lessons from the Range, Part I finished. 

After shooting the rifle for a while, we went over to the shorter range to take a "shot" at the handguns.  After a few shots with a .38 revolver, he moved on to the 9mm semi-automatic.  Its a fun gun to shoot.  You can take up to 15 shots per magazine as quickly as you can pull the trigger.  My friend lined up about 7 yards away and got the target in his sights.  I was hoping he would hit some part of the target.  I needn't have worried.  He didn't waste any time.  He lined up the sights and hit the target a few inches from the bullseye.  After each shot, he adjusted as he saw where he was missing.  Eventually, he hit the bullseye a few times.  And when he missed, he wasn't missing by much.  I was impressed.  It didn't take long at all for him to get used to shooting and doing it well.

What if he had stood there, not shooting, trying to get it just right before he would pull the trigger?  He could have read a book on holding a gun steady, controlling his breathing, using just the right amount of energy to pull the trigger without moving the gun, positioning his feet, bending his legs, rounding his back, using one eye, or both.  And, he would have not taken a shot for days.  Instead, he stepped up to the line and gave it his best shot with what little knowledge and training he had.  It took him minutes to go from his first shot to a consistent good shot.  He was willing to not be perfect, but to take that first shot, so he could learn and adjust.  The shot that was most critical to him hitting the bullseye was the shot just before the one that hit the bullseye.  Until he took that first shot, his chances of hitting the bullseye on his next shot were pretty slim.  Each shot after that increased his chances of success. 

What are you waiting to do because you may not hit the bullseye with the first shot?  What are you taking days, weeks, months or even years to do because you haven't taken the first shot?  What are you waiting to do because you might fail the first time?

I read a quote posted by Michael Hyatt this week.  "Perfectionism is the mother of procrastination".  Now, there is a time and place for "perfecting" something but often we don't even start something worth doing because we might fail the first time.

The title of a sermon I heard years ago by David Bowen was "If it is worth doing, it's worth doing poorly".  It's the same lesson.  The quickest way to doing something right is start doing it now and learn from the mistakes.