… well, I ended last week by saying that I felt that everything had gone perfectly well and getting home would just be a breeze!
That was the point on which me and my little car didn’t agree. It stopped 10 kms from the Hungarian border at the last highway toll pay station and was not willing to start again. And if that weren’t enough, my cell phone couldn’t find any network to connect to, and even after 10 attempts at switching it off and on, it just insisted that there was “No Service”.
This is the kind of situation where you can easily fall into a panic and/or you can become hysterical … especially if you are blond like me … :o)) But then, what is experience good for?! Particularly when it has been accumulating for over 50 years?! :o))
I recently read in an article that not everything has a positive side. I think everything has one, it is just not always immediately apparent. Why am I writing this? I lived in a very extreme relationship, which turned into marriage for almost 20 years. My kids were born with a very small time gap (16 months) between them. We spent most of the time just the three of us as my ex-husband was either working, scuba diving or golfing etc. I found myself in extremely extreme situations and I had to find solutions for completely impossible circumstances by myself with two young kids. But what was my marriage good for? When I truly realized that my car wouldn’t start again, after my first fright, which lasted a few minutes, I recovered my balance and was able to switch to “emergency” mode. (I can’t pass up the opportunity to note that this ability – I mean the ability to regain your balance – is strengthened by meditation! :o)) I knew that I just had to find a solution once again in an extreme situation …! :o))
My first thought was that despite having international insurance, I had to get my car to the Hungarian border and from there everything would be easier. It was an interesting experience that the first car stopped and just asked me what the problem was and when he got the answer that the car won’t start, he immediately went on his way… there wasn’t even time to ask him for help. Then, a lot of elegant cars went by with middle aged men behind the wheel and they didn’t even slow down to ask whether they could help. Then came a slightly less fancy car with two young couples in it AND they did ask if they could help. They were on their way to Kecskemét. Help often comes from where we least expect it! Then and there it was shocking to hear that for them it was only natural that they would tow my car to the border! I am forever grateful to them! :o)
The car finally got to the other side of the border crossing gate into Hungary and it was only when the trailer left to go home that my tears started to fall…
There are different perspectives regarding personality development ranging from the viewpoint that it can only occur within our comfort zones to those which believe it happens only outside of them. I can agree with both of them, but my experience shows me that the really big steps can be taken, or really big change can be achieved when we have to step outside of our safe environment, if we have to leave our comfort zones… I am happy that I was able to do this. If you asked me whether, knowing what would happen on the way home, I would do it again? My answer would definitely be Yeeeeeees! :o))
Last but not least, many, many thanks to Réka, Csaba and the Baby that this adventure could happen! Many kisses and hugs to You guys! :o) <3
