And for once I’m not saying that sarcastically!
When our poor little car got jacked we were (and still are) up a creek. We’ve only been in town for 5 months, we don’t know anybody, the nearest family is five hours away, and we needed help.
This is one way where my church is freaking awesome. Man, if you need help, go to the Mormons. Ordinarily I would’ve gone to them, but we still don’t know too many people from church and the ones we do know wouldn’t have any expertise here. Instead everyone from Bear’s work rallied around us and helped us out. Everybody had a buddy or a husband or a brother who’d help us out by working on our car on the side and save us the shop costs. People were offering Bear rides all over town to save from the [gasp] bus.
And the cops have been so helpful too. I had to go to two different offices to get the car released, and then we had to go to the impound lot, and they all had the paperwork WAITING for us when we showed up. The impound people were writing us out directions and maps, taking charge so we didn’t have to wait for AAA. When we got the car back it was full to the BRIM with the crooks stuff and I was planning on selling it all on ebay, but there was just too much that could be used as evidence, so I turned it all over and the cop that came there was thanking me like I’d just arrested them myself. He gave me some tips on how I could try to get restitution and treated me like I was his sister.
Today this guy named Clyde came over when he has to work tonight from 4 to Midnight at the hospital, and spent 3 hours saving our bacon. He fixed the tires, got the door to close, jumped the car so we could close the sunroof before the rains came, got it to run, drove it to get gas, and almost had the ignition rigged before the starter went out. He was crushed. He was just bound and determined to get us on the road today come hell or high water. When he got stopped, he nearly sat down on the curb and pouted.
The car still needs a whole lot of work, but we can put that all off for awhile. We need to fix the starter and the ignition, and probably fix the problem we’ve been having with the gauges for months while we’re in there, and we should be OK. We won’t be terribly pretty, but we won’t be awful either. And that’s enough.
Who knew that it would take being a crime victim to restore my faith in humanity?
