Tuesday, September 7, 2010


In case you have not noticed, I'm blogging again. So far just some stuff about my kids. I have some other nuggets up my sleeve. Maybe some stuff about fried frito pie (can't you just hear Homer). I'm not sure I have it in me because it scares the hell out of me and makes my stomach and heart hurt, but I sure would love to write something poignant about the burning of books and the hatred that somehow has become commonplace in this country of ours. We'll see.

Anyhoo my sister Rebekah told me a story this weekend that I thought was just too good not to share. I could tell that what could have been an awful thing turned into a moment that restored her (what had been previously)very bruised faith in humanity.

I asked her if she would write a guest post on my blog (I do love a guest post) and she agreed. I am better for hearing this story and I hope you are as well.


Let’s be real. After two Divorces and enough runs through our small town rumor mill to qualify for at least some sort of really great athletic event, if not the Olympics, I pretty much chalked life up to……read the title of this post. (Don’t make me say it again).

Today my Sister asked me to tell you a story about someone that does not suck. This guy is probably the King of all NON SUCKDOM. And for awhile anyway, my faith in humanity has been restored.

The story is a simple one found throughout the ages and most of us have had the opportunity to hear it. The Bible, Fairy Tales, Sermons crafted from clever email forwards, various episodes of LHOTP (that’s little house on the prairie), etc. but sometimes people lose their faith and the Big J.C. knows when to step in and place you right in the middle of your very own life size email forward. It goes a little something like this…………

A shopping day had been planned for a couple of weeks, at least… D and I are on a mission to restock her wardrobe prior to her starting a new job. (which started today- congrats D!) We were having a lot of success when we finished up our second to last planned stop and came back out to the car and get the oh-so-fab tick tick tick noise when turning the key. NICE! At least with it being Labor Day weekend there were a lot of people around to help. Let’s get the hood open (our S.O.S. signal). Well, picture 2 damsels in distress trying to open the hood (and now however you are picturing us, humor us and make us just a bit hotter. And however you are picturing me please don’t put me in any form of pastel. Thanks) unsuccessfully. I immediately find a perfectly delicious man with both legs completely sleeved in ink from the knee down. Too bad he was as clueless as we were. We finally let him off the hook when Crazy Don and his Gal, Cindy ride into the story….on their Harley.

Crazy Don knows what’s up. He pops that hood right open and looks around and tells it just like it came from the Book of James (that is D’s dad and if you know him then you know what I mean). We were pretty much screwed. Acid Erosion. Cables eaten completely in half. I could tell it wasn’t going to be a “get some jumper cables and be on your way”sort of ordeal. While Crazy Don is checking things out under the hood D and I are getting to know his gal, Cindy. We find out that Don drives a truck all week long and has one MAYBE two days a week to be at home with her and his family. They were out on a ride that day spending time together. It just wasn’t in Crazy Don to drive on by and leave two ladies on the side of the road. She made it clear that they might look rough (believe me when I say Don looked JUST FINE and when I say fine that is spelled H-O-T-T) but they were good people and would do what they could for us. CD explains that parts are going to be needed. D and I immediately start counting our cash (who carries cash these days anyway?) and notice a bank with an ATM not far from us. He says we’ll settle up when they get back and off ride CD and Cindy to our rescue.

THEY RETURN! OUR RESCUERS RETURN!! CD and Cindy return with parts for the car (and drinks- they brought us drinks!) While CD is working on the car myself, D and our new gal-pal Cindy continue shopping. How cool is that? I determine that Cindy is nothing but Bad-Ass. I love her. We bonded over music and metal earrings and D loved that she could talk us out of a typical Tawny Kitaen-esque, rollin on the hood of a car in an 80’s music video, purchase that we probably would have regretted later anway (ok, im being real. I never would have regretted it. It would have went great with my blue eye-liner!). Like we had known each other all our lives!

We wrap things up and go back to check on Crazy Don and he is just finishing up as well. Our hero, in leather. What could be more perfect?! Maybe the fact that he would accept ABSOLUTELY Nothing for his time, the parts to fix the car, or fixing the car in general. Ahem…W.W.T.B.J.C.D? W.W.C.I.D? After thanking them OVER and OVER we knew we should let them get back to their day together. We had already blown a couple hours of their day.. but we just kept talking and CD finally decides we will head to Bdubs for drinks.

Crazy Don got a chance tell us about an amazing organization that he is a new member liaison for- check them out- http://www.guardiansofthechildren.com/. Their Motto says it all. “Don’t let your silence drown out their cries.” What an amazing way to help kids in the most desperate of need. Fixing a car for two stranded ladies pales in comparison to the work he does with this organization. We of course got to talk about SOA and the SOS and all thing motorcycle club related that we found very interesting and he probably was inwardly laughing but was very gracious about it all. Anway, im pretty sure we walked away from what could have been a pretty shit-tastic experience with two lifelong friends (oh, and did I mention they made us call them when we got home- yep, they were that good!)

So the moral of the story? Like I said we’ve all heard it before in one form or another. But, let me tell you. This was the best lesson I’ve learned in a long time and it couldn’t have come in a better package. It’s been a LONG time since I have blogged and those who know how I roll know I’m not wrapping this up without a GNR reference. So here goes.. in the words of the great, Axyl Rose “with your Bitch-Slap rapping and your cocaine tounge you get NOTHIN Done” so that’s it folks. If you don’t speak GNR here is the best translation I can give. When you are busy keeping the rumor mill spinning you don’t have a lot of time left to stop and help stranded chicks who love leather!!!!!


Lisa said...

Got to love those famous Diel girls. My heart actually swelled reading this.

Browningblog said...

So it was my turn to bawl Rebekah! Wouldn't the world be such a better place if this is how people spent their time? I always hated that you quit blogging right about the time I started, I didn't even get to stalk your blog, LOL. After I met you last spring I wished you hadn't stopped. Believe me, my younger days was filled with rumors about me, that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger--I know, that doesn't help much when things are being said, but that is what my mom would tell me after one of my aunts would call her and tell her something she "heard" about me--my rumors were mostly in Greenup, ironic that now I work there. Anyway, it used to make me mad, now I look back at those very people who spent their time talking about me and I have to admit, I have a MUCH better life than they do now. I did back then too, I just didn't realize it. Glad you had a day where faith has been restored in the human race, there are some good people out there.

Carie said...

Rebekah, I have found that the kindest most caring people come in the most interesting packages :) Glad that you got some help and got to meet some really great people!

Kathryn said...

LOVE, love, love this. It just made my Wednesday morning :)

Ashley said...

Sarah, thank you! Rebekah, you are a super amazing woman, and I am glad to hear that your day was filled with happiness. You have a very special place in my heart!