Job learned, and so can we

Job.  The biblical; and eternal symbol of bad luck, hard times, and ... faith.  Despite his wife's plea to , "...curse God and die." Despite his best friends advice to the contrary, old Job, who lost all his family and all his possessions still found, after much, much hard and hurting time, that his only true hope was  in the Lord.

We haven't come close to the Job-ian hard times ourselves. But tonight we feel a little closer to his situation than we did Monday night.  And prayers are very much in order.

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After working through all the necessary issues to get our Toad repaired and ready to be picked up from the Ocala, Florida Honda dealer and the Hitching Post specialty shop next Tuesday, we left the Ocala North RV Park in high spirits at 7 am this morning for the five hour run south to Marco Island. It was a great ride, and Quo Vadis was wonderful to drive and live in all the way.  Then we arrived in Marco; an island filled with tiny streets on water access causeways and as we learned this afternoon, all-too-tiny cul-de-sacs.

I tried oh so carefully to get us around the median. But the left rear hung up on some decorative cut off telephone poles.  As Bill Cosby once said, “They came right out and bit my car.”  Well, not so in my case.  Our coach bit into them and then they bit back.

Thank God for Good Sam’s fast action.  Bobby from alligator towing came out in an hour and cabled the RV right up in the air and off that post.

Then Ric, owner of Horner’s RV Repair in Punta Gorda, where Bobby towed her to, called twice tonight to let us know he definitely can have the body work and the mechanicals completed by the time we pick her up next Tuesday morning.

Then our good friends at State Farm, Cindy and Carol, assured us that once again we were well covered and that the Enterprise rental car and meals while repair was going on, was covered to a generous minimum for both of us.

Yes, Mona and I are a bit more leary of tight turn arounds, asis only correct. But my mistakes in these two situations make us only wish to learn more about this new skill God has given us to acquire.

Just last evening we sat facing each other over our books in the warm, snug living area and agreed that “this really does feel like home.”

Tonight we are safely in our hotel room, the heat is on (still cold down here! Maybe better tomorrow), and we've just come in from Mona's favorite: A Mexican restaurant. But we MISS our own home.

No it's not all roses, but I've learned another important lesson, the hard way, about driving a 35' coach. And while our insurance rate may not be the same the next time it's billed, Cindy and Carol say I'm  in good hands with... oh, wait a minute... that's those other guys! "Hey Cindy! Carol! Wait up!  Just what did you mean by..................!???"

PS:  When it hurts too much to cry, some laughter goes a long way toward dulling the pain.

-Ken