I've been concerned about having good karma for a number of years now. Not only do I want to be able to sleep at night, but I truly want to be as kind to other people as I possibly can. You could say it's partially a fear thing, in that if I'm a rotten bastard to people, then that's going to come back and bite off my ass. The other part is the pleasure in seeing or hearing someone be nice back to you, by offering thanks, a pat on the back, or what have you.
Well, yesterday, I had a bear of time getting out of my parking spot at home. I had to get the hubby out to get the damn car out. Which he did :-), and he even got it out of the alleyway.
Fortunately for me, I got my car out of the parking spot today.
Unfortunately for me, I hesitated going out onto the intersecting road at the end of the alleyway.
I slid on the ice, sideways. I went back and forth, back and forth - but the car just couldn't get enough grip.
A nice older man in a pink house within earshot of the car came out. He tried to push the car in the back - no dice. Then he put some ice melt under the back tires - no dice. Then, unbelievably, a nice young guy in a cap came along. They both tried pushing. Nope. Then Cap Guy dug out some huge chunks of snow from under the front tire. Pushing still didn't work.
Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck at this point, but I managed to keep calm, as I know if I became too emotional, my mind would be mush. The old guy came out with some big-ass pieces of cardboard, which both men lodged under the back tires.
They pushed, I gave it the gas...and voila!! The car, she is free! I thanked them profusely as I drove off.
I wish each of those nice gentlemen the very best Christmas (or whatever holiday they may celebrate), and a healthy life.
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