While I know God is responsible for all things, there are some things that are completely "God things." I find it semi- annoying when people overuse it, but tonight cannot be described any other way.
Some 30ish classmates met up at TGI Friday's in Germantown- a suburb of Memphis, about 30 minutes via interstate for dinner/drinks. Germantown is classic suburbia- complete with a sweet mall, Walmart, Lowes, Costco and all things suburban. I thought that I'd drive so that I could get gas, because, let's face it, it's a little sketch getting gas when the station attendant is behind bullet-proof glass. which is the case in some parts between my apt. and school. As we were eating, my meal get left on the window and so after about 10 minutes I asked the waiter where my food was... 10 minutes after, I got a "new" plate. I'm not really sure if it was new or not, but beside the point of the story... I ended up eating for free, because, let's face it watching people, strangers really, eat and then having them watch you eat is quite uncomfortable.
Anyway, after supper we were standing/sitting talking about hanging out and one of the guys was going to have "Pre-game" at his place before going to Beale. I'm over Beale, but thought it would be fun to hang out with class mates.. They left, but 2 other guys from the same complex offered to let us follow them into the complex. I told them that I wanted to get gas before heading back to Mud Island. So I filled up- leaving the radio on for the girls as I filled up... I get back in, and the car will not start. I have lights. I have windows. I have radio. Will. Not. Start. Dang. So the guys are getting ready to get back on the highway and notice that we aren't following. We told them what's up and they determine it's likely the battery. Great. But, they jumped me and we made it home just fine. They could have left with the rest of the group. They could have said, "Oh, you're stopping? We'll meet you there!" But they didn't. Praise God. Blessings to Cal and Tyler.
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