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Thank You, God, for Somthing Bad!

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Written by Basil on 11/27/2002 11:40 PM. Filed under:

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It is always difficult to eat one’s own words. They don’t taste so good going back down. But, here goes.

On rare occasions, I find that there are things that are best explained via divine intervention. It is very rare, and there are always natural explanations. Natural explanations that always hinge on accepting weirdness as mere coincidence. I experienced one of those rare divine coincidences tonight.

As I pulled out of my driveway journeying to Tennessee, I noticed trails of some dark liquid had been left previously by a vehicle, almost assuredly my own. This fact, plus a general oddness in the transmission since the last freeze, firmly placed in my gut a deep uneasiness. So, I decided the best thing to do was: 1) go to $gas_station, 2) get some fuel, 3) check transmission fluid; 4) if transmission fluid is less than optimum, more transmission fluid. Well, it did seem low (though not dry), so I added some more.

The next part is important. I silently prayed that something bad would happen before I got very far if the car was not going to make it to Tennessee. On the other side of the Kentucky River, which is about five to ten miles south of Nicholasville, I started getting major transmission slippage. The tach was ramping up to 4000 and 4500 RPM pulling up that steep incline. I pulled over, and I could smell burning transmission fluid.

I counted this as something bad and turned around. I also checked again the transmission fluid. (Remember that I added some transmission fluid at $gas_station.) It was bone dry.

I added the remainder of the transmission fluid and went very easy on the car, which got me back to Nicholasville. Thanks be to God for not making my requested sign something really bad or even something entirely awful. In Nicholasville, I added even more transmission fluid (a full quart), and this got me back to Wilmore.

Is there a natural explanation? Well, duh. The car just broke down. There’s a leak in the transmission somewhere, and tonight it just went all to hell. Is it all just a little too coincidental? For me, yes. Now, do I think that God’s up there twiddling around in everything that humans do? Not at all. But sometimes, there are things that are best explained by ascribing them to the almighty.

I just got off the phone with my folks, who are so desirous to see me that they are coming up here tomorrow. Oy. I guess I’ll need to call Fr. D. and tell him not to expect me after all.

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