Tuesday, March 27, 2012
So - silver linings. First, I was safely at home, not on the side of a darkened, shoulder-less road. A friend kindly gave me a lift to work. Another friend dropped off a gallon of gas at my house. A third friend gave me a lift home and even followed me to the gas station to make sure I got there - just in case. And no one I talked to made me feel like a colossal moron because I'd run out of gas.
Lessons learned? Friends are good. It's okay to ask for help. And fill up the tank when it hits the half-way mark. Nothing earth-shattering, but sometimes we need to be reminded of the small stuff - after all, it's mostly what life is made up of.