Thursday, March 18, 2010


Growing up, when my parents would take me and my siblings on family vacations, there were inevitably snags along the way. We'd get lost, or we'd miss a connecting flight or some obscure bridge would be washed out. No matter what, I always had complete faith that my father would pull us out of any situation and get us to where we needed to be.

While driving up to the airport, about thirty miles from the airport, the entire back of the car shook. It felt like the entire back axle had been torn off. I pulled to the side, got out and looked. My daughter asked nervously what was wrong. We had a flat tire.

Hurriedly, I dug the donut, jack and lugnut set out of the trunk. I changed the tire in what felt like record time, all the while imagining what my father would do in this situation. He'd grit his teeth, maybe utter a few choice swear words and get to work on changing the tire as fast as possible. So, that's what I did.

After about 15 minutes, the tire was changed and I got back into the car. I looked back at my daughter and asked if if she had been worried.

"No", she said. "I knew you'd fix it".

1 comment:

  1. lmao.. gotta love the innocence of children. all that BS and she was just like.. yup, dad's got it!! hahaha