What a Mess!

Last night, as my mom was leaving church, someone pointed out to her that one of her tires was low. So, she called and asked if she could stop by and have Don air up her tire. No problem. When she arrived, Don went out back (in the bitter cold), opened his garage, and proceeded to air up her tire. When he was finished, he realized he had no strength at all. He had told her to back the car around to the front garage so he could squirt some kind of sealant in her tire. He was hoping she didn't see as he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled to the house. I heard banging on the door and ran upstairs to see what the problem was. I found Don, totally wiped out, crawling on his hands and knees into the house. I helped him in and had him sit down for a few minutes. Then, he decided he was strong enough to go out and finish his job. But he wasn't. By the time he was done, he was too weak to make it back into the house. Fortunately, one of the young families from Bethel Chapel saw we were having problems and stopped by. Joe helped Don into the house, where he sat in a chair until he had regained some of his strength. That's what life has become for us. But, as usual, we found something to laugh about. Don said the most challenging thing about the whole incident was crawling from the back garage, across the yard, up the steps and onto the back porch and managing to avoid all the dog poop in the yard! He said, one good thing about it, it's much easier to see when you're down so close! What a mess!