Ever have one of those days…
You return to the United States from an incredible European family vacation. After an 11-hour exhausting flight, you somehow barely manage to arrive home, stumbling all the way, and by the grace of God, manage to stay awake long enough to take a much-awaited scolding hot shower. You lay down on your heavenly bed, A/C blasting (it’s been hot here in L.A. recently). In ten minutes, you are dead to the world.
We have all been there, right? Jet-lagged beyond belief, you spring up at the butt-ass crack of dawn to the beautiful and sunny weather of L.A. (If you had been in London, as my friend was, you might understand the glory of sun!) All excited. Your gonna get to work super early, so you can leave super early and then crash once again onto your bed, hopefully with something yummy in your stomach, but not the priority. You walk up to your Hybrid vehicle…and the battery is dead. Ugh!
You call your “friend” that was supposed to watch the car for you. If you are not from L.A., you might not understand that we have really irritating street cleaning/street parking rules. It’s always easier and cheaper (avoiding the 80 dollar ticket) when someone offers to switch your vehicle from one side of the street to the other. For this reason, sometimes, I miss the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Parking is NEVER an issue there. I digress. In this story, unfortunately, I was the friend. I had accidentally left the flashing hazards on when we initially parked the vehicle 10 days prior.
Long story short. Four days before this disastrous event, I went out to visit with the car and calmly switch from one side of the street to the other. On that day, the vehicle was dead. After googling how to jumpstart this Hybrid (I was confused!), I successfully, or so I thought, “jumped” this Hybrid. Silly me, I anticipated, like a normal gas-running vehicle, if you leave it running for 20-30 minutes, it would re-charge the battery. Right? BTW, I have always kept jumper cables in my car because you just never know. (Thanks Dad!) I parked the vehicle on the other side of the street and thought ALL would be fine.
Well…unfortunately, for my friend, this Hybrid battery didn’t work like that. Ugh!
Awoken at 6-something in the morning, I was so embarrassed and terrified I had somehow “broken” his brand new Hybrid. The last thing this guy needed after a long-ass trip like that was for his car not to start. I met him out there and we tried jumping the Hybrid three or four times, and nothing worked. The vehicle would turn on, but it wouldn’t move forward or backward. Oh my God. At that point, I was mortified.
I must admit…he was an absolute trooper about the whole thing. I think anyone in their right mind would have been outraged and perhaps even held it against me for, at least, a few days, if not longer. If he felt that way, he hid it very very well. I was amazed by his jovial demeanor and overall happy spirit while dealing with this nightmare. He called OnStar and, twenty minutes later, the car was eventually towed away, to the dealership. Me, still mortified.
To absolve my guilt, I drove him to work, picked him up from work, and have carted him around like a choffeur, and I’m sure he’s loving it! This may have been a tiny thing for him or a “minor inconvenience” (as he says), but to me, it was no tiny thang. He’s a great guy. I cannot say enough good things about him.
Side note: If he knows me at all, he probably also knew that he could not possibly have made me feel any worse than I already was feeling. Thanks, Oliver!
Speaking of TINY things. I want to quickly segway to Kristin Chenoweth. I have been a fan of hers for years now and I wanted to share a quick story. I was in a “weird” mood this weekend, I think I got food poisoning or something AND I was determined to finish my outline for another book I’m working on. So, I chose not to attend Kristin Chenoweth’s performance at the Hollywood Bowl on Saturday night. My mistake.
The next morning, I had the pleasure of meeting and speaking with Ms. Chenoweth because my gal pal, Heather, had attended the night before, and actually went up to her at our local gayborhood eats, Joey’s
, and struck up a sweet conversation with her. She was a spitfire. Just like I had always imagined. It got me to thinking, no matter how tiny you think you are, you can still change the world. I mean, look at her. She has taken the Broadway, Glee, TV mediums by storm and she is all of 4’11” if that.
Unbeknownst to me, another incredible thing happened on Saturday night. Sometimes you are in the right place at the right time. At the Hollywood Bowl concert, Ms. Chenoweth brought up a random audience member, Sarah Horn (a local vocal teacher), to help her sing one of the most amazing songs, “For Good,” from the musical, Wicked
, written by Stephen Schwartz, another incredible soul. (I have a great story about him too, but we can table that for another time!) Anyway…what happened was nothing short of a miracle. Here it is…Kristin Chenoweth and Sarah Horn. Click Here
! Watch it through until the end as Kristin Chenoweth gives her incredible and inspirational props. Thanks, @ollywoodhills.
1) P.S. My friend told me on the way home from work today that I could have plugged the car in and charged it like a friggin cell charger. I wish someone had told me! I might just have saved his battery. Ooops.
2) I love watching people and friends around me live a “Smile From The Inside” experience. It never ceases to amaze me.
3) Pay It Forward this week! And tell me about it! xoxo!
A Smile From The Inside Production 🙂