I know I have been writing some pretty heavy post lately so I wanted to change it up and share a light hearted, humorous experience.
For the past 6 months, I have faithfully been starting up my husbands truck every 3-4 weeks. Its also a diesel and its been his dream to own one. He got it in October right after he graduated AIT. One of the reason we traded in his Challenger for a truck was so we could pull my car cross the country for our pcs. After so long apart, we were not about to spend more time then we had to not together. But he also was ready to be back in a truck again so he could go hunting, carry big things and other truck people stuff haha.
Well last night, I went to start it up anddddd it didn’t start. My heart began to race as I tried again and again to start it up. I felt the tears begin to well and my hands being to shake. This cant be happening. He trusted me to take car of it and I failed. We also had just paid it off in full back in February. I was our last debt and while it was a lot, it felt great to be debt free. We found comfort in knowing we would able to sell it for cash if we ever needed to… But that was only if it was working!!! and it totally wasn’t.
All of this added to my already high anxiety. So I did what any mature, independent and grown human would do, I called my mom 😬🤷♀️ I had tears falling down my face before I could even tell her what was wrong. I am so grateful to have my moms help and guidance through life. It truly is not something I take for granted for I know it is a blessing many do not have. In her very calming and mom way, she told me that more than likely, it just needed a jump start and that our insurance would probably cover it. I told her that there was no way it was that simple and that insurance would cover it. I was convinced I broke the truck. I specially remembered telling her “I had ONE JOB and I couldn’t even do right!” She reassured me that I had far more than just one thing to take care of while he was away and that it would be already.
So with that, I called insurance. When the agent told me that we were covered for roadside assistance AND that it would not cost us OR raise our insurance I teared up all over again. When she told me that despite it being 8pm at night, they could have someone dispatched within the next 30 mins. That put me over the top and I full out started crying tears of relief. Sure enough 30 mins later, pop a lock roll up and it, no exaggeration, took him 30 seconds to get the truck running again. When I heard the engine start, I wish I were lying but I swear I bursted into tears all over again.
Its no secret deployments are tough and came make normally non stressful events stressful. Cars and insurance are two things I do not deal with when he’s home. I can not even begin to count the number of times this deployment has required me to step outside my comfort zone, learn new things and get things done. This was just one of many times. It clearly was an emotional night to say the least. But this I know for sure: I am so thankful for my mom and I am more grateful than ever for insurance 🙌🏼