Things Happen for a Reason
I was about to drive off when I unconsciously adjusted the rearview mirror.
“CLICK, SNAP” — the top of the mirror of my beloved 8-year-old car fell apart and dangled in my hands.
“YIKES! Thank God you’re here!”, I told my husband as he held onto the mirror precariously.
Phone calls ensued. Luckily, we were covered. But we had to cancel our winter ski break. We were so looking forward to it…
The next day, I walked into my bathroom when — -
The freaking ceiling was leaking. Are you kidding me?
More calls ensued. This time to home insurance. Luckily it would cover the damage.
Phew.
Good thing the car fell apart. Otherwise, we would be gliding down the ski slopes while the bathroom was swimming in water.
Things do happen for a reason.





