Month: August 2016

I’ll Push, You Steer


First I’ll say “You are welcome!” to anyone passing by my local Maverick this morning. There was some great entertainment available that you may have witnessed. And if I could get surveillance footage it would for sure be a hit.

Just after switching cars with my husband I pulled into the gas station down the road. Just as I remembered that the dang car’s tank is on the other side. Just a matter of flipping around to another pump, no big deal right? Only to realize the car was SO out of gas it’s not going to start. Only to realize the pump lines don’t reach across cars for forgetful drivers like myself. (Costco’s do!) Only to remember that my husband didn’t have his phone with him so he wouldn’t hear his wife’s desperate call for help, even if she was willing to ask.

No matter. I’m strong. I’m resourceful. And I’m in a hurry.

So I did what any lady in teal patterned leggings and flats on her way to work would do. I got out and pushed. That was easy at first but in the wrong direction. No problem I’ll just hop back in and crank the steering wheel (and remember to be thankful for power steering). Now I’ll hop back to the bumper and push some more. Ah there’s some traction. But oh wait, you don’t realize there’s a slope in the parking lot-leading right onto the overpass offramp. Great I’ll just race back into the driver’s seat of the rolling car and slam on the brakes. But now here I am IN the offramp. So I’ll just get out and push some more. This time I’ll stay inside the passenger side door and reach across to crank the wheel as I push the car with the strength of my post-baby abdomen. I’ll smile too because it’s funny.

Then I notice out of the corner of my eye a black truck on the road that slowed down to watch the scene. He wasn’t the only one. (That could have been you!)  That nice guy must have turned the corner at the light and entered the parking lot because I soon heard him yell “I think it will be easier if I push and you steer!” Yes sir, you are correct that will be easier. So he pushed, I cranked the wheel, and we rolled into pump #2 just as smooth as jelly, tank in perfect alignment and ready to be filled with gas and my latest ‘Only Michelle’ story.

The nice guy drove away after I told him he’d done his good deed for the day. The 8, maybe 10, other gentlemen that stood and watched the show went about their breakfast sandwiches and colas. The employee I’d noticed seemed to have immaculately swept off that sidewalk he so adamantly stared at instead of glancing in my direction. I laughed a good hearty laugh and chalked it up to another of my commuting adventures. And I was really thankful for that one person willing to help, and anxious to be the one in that seat next time.




Daring Greatly

Book Review: Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead


“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

― Theodore Roosevelt

I really benefited from listening to this book. In fact, in a way continuing to write and work on this blog is an a result of this book and specifically that quote from Roosevelt.

Vulnerability is an interesting thing. The author describes the feeling well as that hallow feeling in your stomach you recognize when you first wake up in the morning then remember the brave actions you took the day before.

Sometimes we fool ourselves into believing we are confident enough to not be ailed by our vulnerabilities. That comfortable place is where I have found myself too often. Here is to getting off the sidelines and getting our face marred by dust and sweat daring greatly to do even better things.