Attitude – One of Life’s Choice

Attitude – One of Life’s Choice

My wife, Tere, and I purchased a new car in December. Even though we  had tickets
to fly from California to Houston to visit her family for  Christmas,
we decided to drive to Texas to break in the new car. We  packed
the car and took off for a wonderful week with Grandma.
We  had a wonderful time and stay to the last possible minute visiting
with  Grandma. On the return trip we needed to get home in a hurry,
so we  drove straight through — one person driving while the other one slept.
After driving in a hard rain for several hours, we arrived home late at  night.
We were tired and ready for a hot shower and a soft bed. I had  the
feeling that no matter how tired we were, we should unpack the car
that night, but all Tere wanted was the hot shower and soft bed,
so we  decided to wait and unload the car in the morning.
At seven  o’clock in the morning, we got up refreshed and ready to unpack
the car. When we opened the front door, there was no car in
the driveway! Tere  and I looked at each other, looked back
at the driveway, and looked at  each other again.
Then Tere asked this wonderful question,
“Well, where  did you park the car?”
Laughing, I answered, “Right in the  driveway.” Now we knew where we
had parked the car, but we still walked  outside, hoping that maybe the
car had miraculously backed out of the  driveway and parked
itself by the curb, but it hadn’t.
Stunned, we called the police and filed a report that activated our high-tech
tracking system. To be on safe side, I also called the tracking system
company. They assured me they had a 98 percent recovery rate within
two  hours. In two hours, I called again and asked, “Where’s my car?”
“We haven’t found it yet, Mr. Harris, but we have a 94 percent rate
recovery within four hours.”
Two more hours passed. I called again and asked, “Where’s my car?”
Again they answered, “We haven’t found it yet, but we have a 90 percent
recovery rate of finding it within eight hours.”
At that point, I told them. “Your percentage rate means nothing to me when
I’m in the small percentage, so call me when you find it.”
Later  that day, a commercial aired on telephone with the automaker asking,
“Wouldn’t you like to have this car in your driveway?”
I responded, “Sure I would! I had one yesterday.”
As the day unfolded, Tere became increasingly upset as she remembered more
and more of what had been in the car — our wedding album, irreplaceable
family photos from past generations, clothes, all of our camera  equipment,
my wallet and our checkbooks, just to name a few. These were  items of little
importance to our survival, yet they seemed of major  importance at that moment.
Anxious and frustrated, Tere asked me, “How can you joke about this when all
of these things and our brand new car are missing?”
I looked at her and said, “Honey, we can have a stolen car and be all  upset, or
we can have a stolen car and be happy. Either way, we have a  stolen car.
I truly believe our attitudes and moods are choices and  right now I choose to be happy.”
Five days later our car was  returned without a trace of any of our belongings,
and with over $3,000  worth of damage to the car. I took it to the dealer for
repair and was  happy to hear they would have it back to us within a week.
At the  end of that week, I dropped off the rental and picked up our car. I was  excited
and relieved to have our own car back. Unfortunately, these  feelings were short-lived.
On the way home, I rear-ended another car  right at out freeway exit ramp.
It didn’t hurt that car I ran into, but  it sure hurt ours—another $3,000
worth of damage and another insurance  claim. I managed to drive the car
into our driveway, but when I got out  to survey the damage,
the left front tire went flat.
As I was  standing in the driveway looking at the car, kicking myself in tail
for  hitting the other car, Tere arrived home. She walked up to me, looked
at the car, and then at me. Seeing I was beating myself up, she put her
arm around me and said, “Honey, we can have a wrecked car and be all
upset, or we can have a wrecked car and be happy. Either way,
we have a  wrecked car, so let’s choose to be happy.”
I surrendered with a hearty laugh and we went on to have a wonderful evening together.
By Bob Harris

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