Matt-Man Falls Down, But Gets Up With Help From Father

Hail and well met

The title sound somewhat more dramatic then it really is.

This morning I was supposed to give my father a lift from the mechanics shop back home. Well my alarm clock did not work correctly and I didn't get up on time. When I did he was still home and I, being half asleep hurriedly got dressed and ran down to let him know that I was still going to do it. He had just left so I followed him, rushing as a half asleep idiot would.

Now let me say that I didn't get in an accident or get hurt. Just thought I would clear that up before anyone got the wrong idea.

As I was speeding down the street I came to a stop light and as I started to accelerate from it the Matt-mobile started to vibrate. I knew that feeling from when I had the Pinto. I had lost a cylinder. Now there are several reasons for that to happen but at the time I was not thinking best case scenario. I was just pissed that it had happened less then 24 hours after getting my notice. Between the feeling of letting my father down and the car starting to have trouble I was in a sorry state. But I digress, I got to the mechanics place only to find that my father had gotten a ride from one of the employees. This only managed to infuriate me as now I felt that none of this would have gone wrong if he had just left me a note.

So this in mind I struggled home with the car wobbling all the way. As I pulled in my father was sitting in his other van getting ready to take off. I pulled in and he got out. I lost all semblance of composure. I asked him if the heard the car, screaming all the way. He said yes. I responded, still in 5 year old mode that it had just started and told him thanks. I turned and headed up to the house. Now I figured that he took off as the last thing I saw was him returning to his van.

I hit the porch and tried to get the key in the lock. I was shaking so that was more then I was capable of doing. I slammed the keys on the porch and ended up kneeling on the steps sobbing. To say I had broken down was a bit of a under statement. Everything was crashing in. The hopes of the new job were slipping away. My future was moving past the horizon and the darkness was creeping in. I was ready to just give up. Which is a big deal for me. I remember asking no one in particular one question "What more do you want from me?".

Then my father put his hand on my shoulder and told me to stand up. Not in an authoritative "do or else" kind of way but in a way that I have not heard from him in a long time. We went back to his van and he took me to breakfast. I don't remember much of the trip there. He told me that we were going to take the car over to the mechanics and get it fixed. I would have to arrange some kind of payment plan but knowing our mechanic that would not be a problem. He seemed positive and supportive. I don't know if I have ever seen that from him like that. I cannot begin to express how it my feeling about him change.

Well not wanting to go into that I will say that my car is almost done and I will be picking it up soon. I will make it to the orientation on Monday and I will be working by next Saturday.

I just had to put this in here so it was on public record.

My Father has re-earned my respect.

I love you Dad!

Thanks for being there for me when I fell down.

May the Force be with all of you

Excelsior!!!