I Needed to Hear His Voice

My car died today and I found myself stuck on the side of the road. You just know it’s not good when your car won’t shift and then this warning comes on:

TRANSMISSION HOT
ENGINE IDLE

I put on my hazard lights and pulled over to the safest place I could, but I was about to get on the highway so it was a very narrow shoulder.

My first call was to the dealership. The GM is one of Coach’s friends and he always takes care of us. It sounds like the same problem they took almost three weeks to repair about a year ago so hopefully they will get to the bottom if it. My second call was to the insurance company because we have emergency roadside assistance through them. They quickly set me up with a tow service. My third call was to the appointment I was going to miss so I could reschedule.

My last call was to Coach. Some of you may wonder why, as his submissive, I did not call him first. The answer to that is easy. I know how to take care of things and he expects me to do that. He’s at work and cannot just drop everything and race over to save me. Do I like being saved? Hell yes, of course I do. In my perfect world I would never have to worry about car repairs and emergency roadside assistance and all of that frustrating and annoying junk of life. However, we all have to deal with these things and I need to make him proud and do things as efficiently and as competently as I possible. I serve Him and do my best to make his day easier. He in turn builds me up, provides everything I need, gives me all of his love and affection, and helps me grow in areas where I am weak. We are a team.

What I needed more than anything was to hear was his voice. I needed to hear his reassurance that I did a good job in taking care of a problem. I needed to connect with him.

While I was on the phone with Coach I tried to put up the windows and then the car completely died. So I’ve got a major problem on our hands and I’m on the side of the road with semis driving by a little too close. The hazard lights stopped working because the car died all together. Coach told me to get out of the car and get into the safest place I could. I had a red shirt in the backseat and some orange cones in the trunk so I set the cones up around the car and put the t-shirt on the antenna just to keep people from slamming into my car and me.

The tow got there within 45 minutes and took me and my car to the dealership. The GM gave me a car to borrow and now we’ll wait and see. Coach completely takes over from here.

I’ve received several texts from him telling me he’s proud of how I handled everything. That makes all the difference in the world. Stressful? Yes. If you want to know the truth, I’m very proud of myself. I’ve had to handle all kinds of things in my life, but for a little while I had some insecurities because life was beating me up for too long. You lose your confidence after a while when it’s one mishap after another. Considering the summer that Coach and I had, we can make it through anything.

Please send good car karma my way.