Yesterday I had trouble getting home from Ettalong Beach Markets. My car for some reason had difficulty in reaching up to 80kmh! I had just got onto the F3 from the Gosford entrance and suddenly I had to put my foot further on the accelerator than usual. Even going down hill, it was hard work.
I was concerned all day for Greg's health as he had a really bad chest cold and was having trouble breathing so I had left him at home, hoping he would improve some so he could come in on Sunday (today). So this added stress of my car not working to my requirements, was not what I needed nor wanted.
I got to the blue emergency phone "488" on top of a hill just before the Calga exit. Phoned Greg to let him know I would be late and that something was wrong with the car. Then I phoned the NRMA - to think that I was even considering not continuing with my extra-cover for over 100km from home!!! About forty minutes later I received a text message telling me that an NRMA Service Provider had been dispatched and would reach me within 10 minutes. What a wonderful feeling to know this!
It seemed to be an eternity waiting while I was parked just off the main road. Trucks, heavy and light, cars, SVU's and other motor vehicles were passing me and rocking my car gently. I had wound up the windows, put the hazard lights on and continued to look into my side mirror while waiting for he - who would rescue me and fix everything - to arrive.
Finally he did arrive and came with a very friendly smile. It was just as well, for the stress of this happening caused me to show a few tears of utter relief. Well, he asked a few questions, checked if the car was drivable and encouraged me to drive it just a little further so we were off the express way and he could hear properly. Once there he persuaded me to allow him to take the car for a little drive (with me in the passenger seat) just to check out the feel for it. Of course, it went quite well, all except for "That Noise" which had started a couple of months earlier - actually it was more like over a year ago that "That Noise" had started. At one stage he actually got it going to 100kmh which seemed like child's play! Now the demons were making a mockery of me.
We came back to the sport where he had parked his vehicle and asked if I was up to driving back to - where? Liverpool I said quietly! I told him that yes - I couldn't take going back to Ettalong and worrying about Greg all night long, so homeward bound I would be if it took me all night long. I jokingly said I used to own a little Handivan that did a top speed of 80-kmh! So we both laughed at that and he agreed that this car would definitely get me home at that speed. Before he allowed me on my way - of course - he opened up the bonnet and checked under the hood - filled up the oil and the water - what woman often thinks to check the oil or the water....?
So away I went back onto the F3 (now known as the M1) and had a few speed issues with the car again - though not to the extent I already had. At one stage I asked aloud - what is the matter with you guys? am I going too fast? Am I too tired? Would you like me to stop? The answers I got were all negative. Although One of my Mentor Angels did ask me to take my foot off the pedal for a moment and then I felt his foot push mine back down again. It seemed that the car miraculously started working much better than it was and so we were able to come to the absurd conclusion that the "demon" was within me and my guides, angels, and other spirit friends apparently took exception to this fact and were trying to cause problems with the car so that "he" would leave.
Well, I didn't care for their issues - I just wanted to get home and knew that I had my wonderful fatherly mentor riding with me so that we could arrive home safely with no further problems.
Finally I pulled into our drive way and was so glad to get home, I almost ran inside. Greg was worse for wear of the worrying about me, even though I had managed to stop some of the way home and phone him to let him know I was okay. Thank God for Mobile phones!!! Where would we be without them? But I will leave that for another story.
Bright blessings
