Breaking and Entering, Minus the Breaking Part (Hopefully)
OK, so along with my many more advantageous dreams, I have a set of less impressive, but still very real, goals in life. One of them was accomplished tonight!
I am the kind of guy who really likes to help people out of jam. If I see an old lady on the side of the road with a flat tire, I stop and help. If someone is lost I’ll try to help him or her find their way. Sometimes however, my desire to help is limited by my knowledge and skill set. For instance, we were waiting in a huge traffic jam a couple months ago, and this car in front of us erupted in a plume of steam and smoke. As she pulled over, I said to Mandy – “I bet that’s her radiator. She’ll need water poured into it so she can keep going, and we’ve got water! (We were on our way home from our kids’ soccer game.) The problem is, I really have no idea what to do with the water, where to put it, or how it works. Fortunately though, a guy who drives a big truck (good sign that he’ll know something about cars, I thought) stopped too. Between his know-how, and my water, Ms Smoky Car was on her way in no time.
One of these types of “spirit is willing, know-how is weak” situations is the keys-locked-in-car dilemma. I have ALWAYS wanted to solve that one. And I have tried many times. This summer we went camping at Ricketts Glen (amazing) with good friends of ours (Nathan and Shannon). It was a great three day camping trip. And the very last thing we did was spend the last morning canoeing on the beautiful moutian lake amongst huge fields of white flowered lilly pads. Amazing.
As we were loading the boats on Nathan’s truck I hear Mandy exclaim, “the keys are in there!” That can’t be good. Nathan and I tried and tried, but couldn’t get in. And then we called the ranger, and he tried and tried with his instrument he has (slim jim), but couldn’t get in. Then I paid $80 and waited 30 minutes for this tow guy to come and try. He pops out of his truck, grabs this rubber wedge, a mallet, and a stick. In 30 seconds, it was over. Car open. That made me mad! If only I had that rubber wedge, it was so easy!
OK , so that’s way too long of an intro for this: Tonight, God gave Nathan and I a second chance, and we were resolved not to fail again. My friend Jessica locked her keys in the car tonight, and I sprang at the opportunity. Nathan just happened to be at church with me, so I said – “You ready to try again?” I rummaged through the Latshaw basement and came up with some instruments that I thought resembled the rubber wedge. And I got a hanger.
The wedge worked! But the hanger did not – not strong enough to press the unlock button. So then I tried a stick…it broke…in the car. That’s not helpful. So then Nathan had a brainstorm, as we were combing over a tree looking for a better branch. What about one of those thin sticks we use to show the plow where not to plow? We raced to find one, and yes! We got one! And sure enough, with the right instruments, and a little know-how, the car was unlocked! Victory!
That’s my exciting story for the night. It was very fulfilling to see that door open. Quite a sense of accomplishment. And now I’m considering carrying wood shims (the wedge) and a plow stake in my car for other opportunities to save the day!



