IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT SEEMS

Today I was thinking about when my family first moved to Atlanta in 2009, we (my husband and I) spent almost a year and a half bored to life without any friends.  (Yes , I meant to say bored to life b/c I choose not to use such negative words as bored to death, tickled me to death, etc.—so instead I choose to use the word life.) 

Anyhoo, last year, my baby girl was outside playing with one of her friends and somehow, one of their necklaces got caught up on a limb in a tree, when they tossed it up in the air (don’t ask me cause I just don’t know why).  Instead of them asking an adult to help them get the necklace down, they attempted to retrieve it themselves by throwing jumbo rocks up in the sky.  Well guess what happened—you guessed it right, they broke someone’s windshield, and unfortunately for me, it was my daughter’s rock that busted the glass on the Nissan Pathfinder.

Just as it is with most apartment complexes, any type of accident will bring an audience to yard—some concerned and others just nosey.  The police came out and wrote up an accident report, but because it was a parked vehicle, they couldn’t charge anyone with “at fault”.  Well to do the right thing, we ended up paying for the neighbors’ windshield to be repaired, which was close to 300 bucks.

After the officer left, we ended up meeting some really cool people out of the “watchers” that stayed in the same building as we did.  Since then, we have become like one big family—sisters and brothers.  They have been a blessing to both me and my husband.   I needed a sister and my husband definitely needed a brother.

So you see, had not my daughter bust the windshield, we probably wouldn’t have met our friends, Ron and Camone.  What started out as a disaster, ended up being a blessing.   Since then, we have moved four hours away, but our friendship is just as strong as it was before we left.   Even though we had to come out of our pocket a pretty penny, I thank God for my sister and brother because meeting them taught me that everything is not always as bad as it seems.   Sometimes there is really good in the bad.

Stay Hopeful,

Clarissa