A few days ago, my dear husband, who still amazed me at what all he is capable of, was changing his brakes. I steered clear of the barn unintentionally, but maybe I secretly knew my limitations. I conveniently appeared in the barn, realizing that his work was almost done when I made my grand entrance. The truck was elevated with not a wheel one touching the ground. He only replaced the front brakes and rotors but being the man that he is, he went ahead and checked the back brakes to assess. He was so sweet to explain to the ignorant about rotors and other brake "terms" and how these were the originals and probably couldn't be turned. He gave me enough information to feel like an expert in certain circles. Whatever...who am I kidding.
In the next moment, he asks me a question. This is where the whole story starts to go south. He says, "Hey can you get up in the truck and start it?" I am wondering now if he knew what he was doing and if he saw the fear well up in me. Having faith that he isn't going to let anything happen to the
So, this story is only to make you smile and perhaps a lesson to any of you who might find themselves in a similar situation. Again, I say to you, I am pretty sure he will NEVER ask me for help again. He now, too, knows my limitations...