After waking up in D.C. to a groggy friend telling me he was way too tired to go to breakfast, I got an early start to my day. My route included a lot of scenic roads along the coast, and I was really excited.
Then... the most anticlimactic bad thing happened. I pulled over in the middle of Fredericksburg Virginia to go inside a gas station to get some moolah (money) and my key decided it was a perfect time to peace out (run away). After looking for it for around 2 minutes I threw my arms up at the futility of it all, fell on the ground, and called my mom. She told me I should probably look for a bit longer, so I looked for 30 minutes, and then threw up my arms and fell to the ground in exhaustion again. Then I decided to tell the indian gas station attendant.
Me: Hey I lost my key in here! I looked everywhere but still can't find it!
Attendant: *feigning interest* Oh. *turns away to be distracted by something else*
No help. Long story short... After hours of calling locksmiths and realizing my cheapest option to get a replacement was around $200, I resigned to the fact that I was probably going to be in Fredericksburg, Virginia significantly longer than I had intended to be (which was like 5 minutes).
Because I hate spending money, I decided to find a place to couch surf. Couch surfing is a huge worldwide network of individuals/families that let people stay at their houses for free. It's a kind of honor system thing; if you use it, you should probs let someone stay at your house in the future.
After parking my bike, and making a hike to a starbucks across the street, I submitted some requests, and half an hour later I got a call from a man named Steve.
Steve is an englishman who used to hold a very high position in British Government. He was extensively involved with the negotiations between Britain and China over the handover of Hong Kong, and he has a biography signed by Margaret Thatcher. Now he lives in Fredericksburg and is the editor of an online newspaper, the founder of a christian ministry, and an avid cook and gardener. He is hilarious, especially with his English accent.
When I told Steve of my predicament, he came over, somehow fit my motorcycle in his minivan, and drove me to get a new key.
Steve: "Before we go home we absolutely have to stop by George Washington's childhood home where he cut down the cherry tree."
Steve: *Looking at the Mcdonalds across the street* I don't think they had that when the Washingtons lived here, but I could be wrong.
After that, he took me to his home to meet his sons, fixed an amazing dinner of shepherds pie with apple pie for desert, and showed me to my room, where I had a queen sized bed. Balllin.
Us eating apple pie
Steve's ice cream collection.
When I went to thank Steve for everything, I told him how 4 hours ago I thought I was going to have to spend hundreds of dollars to get a new key and a motel, and that I never would have thought I would have a new key, full stomach, shower, and queen sized bed to sleep in. His response was; "Well, it's like Psalm 3:4; I cried out to my God, and he answered me."
Word.
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Steve: *while getting into bed* "See this is a strange habit I have, I like to take a long nap every night."
Steve: Hello bed! *imitates bed's voice* Hello Steve!
I have to go to sleep, but I shall conclude with this picture of one of Steve's cats riding my bike.
Word.
2 comments:
aaaaahahahahaha!! ylia (your life is awesome). that is so typical and so perfect for you. yay jesus!!
Yes, God certainly does watch over you, for which I am very thankful - and Steve, if you read this - thank you for taking such good care of my son! :)
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