TOO MUCH FUN

Honduras

PICK THE WORLD: Honduras

There are people, like ships passing in the night, who remain in the memory banks, even when the actual contact with them was brief. I remember Dante like that.

It might not have been the hottest day of the summer, but it ranked up there in the top 3 or 5. We were living in Texas then, so, if you know Texas, then you know how hot it can get. Mr. Quantum worked just on the other side of Dallas, in Irving. It was an hour and a half bus trip each way on three buses. But you can’t carry a globe in a stand

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on a bus, in rush hour. Seriously, you’d have a riot on your hands. So, I drove there in our, then, 10 year old Ford (something or other). We pushed the globe and stand into the back seat, and headed for home. I don’t think we actually made it out of Irving. We were coming to a set of tracks, and the car sort of just stopped. Or maybe it coughed, and we rolled across the tracks and toward a curb, and that was it. Dead as a door nail.

In the shade it was at least forever hot, and we stood there scratching our heads wondering what in the world we were going to do. No, before you even ask, we didn’t have a cellphone. There was a gas station somewhere ahead, or back, and we went to call on a pay phone (oh? you don’t know about pay phones? Well, let me tell you, they’re a laugh riot).

We called Triple A. They said it would be over an hour before they could get to us. And all we could do was wait. And wait. And, say it with me, wait. We had gone back to the car, and sat under a tree. It was the coolest place we could find. At some point, not wanting to walk back to the station, I thought, there’s this nice apartment complex (sort of like townhouses, but not), right here, behind us, and the office for it was the first  unit, so we knocked on the door, and they let us call the motor club from their phone. The promise was they would be here soon. Their idea of soon was somewhere around next week, maybe, to never.

While we were despairing, in the little oasis of shade, a tow truck pulled into the drive way of the complex. I followed it down the drive, and when the guy stopped, I asked if he was from the AAA. Nope. He wasn’t. But he did ask if we needed help. And we told him, we needed a tow back to Dallas. He was just getting off work, but jumped back in his truck, got our little car up on the bed, and the three of us climbed up into the cab.

We learned his name was Dante. He said he was from Honduras, and he regaled us with stories of living there, and of trips going through all the countries to get there. It was hard times, and his way of looking at the kind of pickle people get into (like we were in at that very minute) was ‘Too much fun.’ We arrived in Dallas, in our little neighborhood, disembarked the wonderful air-conditioned truck. We waved good-bye. We never saw Dante again. He was just one of those ships that didn’t simply pass, but stopped and helped, and bolstered our spirits by who he was and how he touched our lives in a way that allows us to always think of the hard times as Too Much Fun!

As he drove away, I wanted to ask, “Who Was That Masked Man?” His kindness will never be forgotten.

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12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. calensariel
    Feb 27, 2015 @ 17:05:18

    Beautiful story. Just think, a part of your life would be missing now if AAA had shown up when they were supposed to — AND a part of his. You just never know how things will work out in the grand scheme of things. Totally enjoyed this!

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    • Fimnora Westcaw
      Feb 28, 2015 @ 04:15:02

      Thank you! Very true, it always makes us smile when we say, “too much fun” even though we know it means we’re probably having some hard times. On of the reasons why I use ‘A Life Unfolding’ is because I’m watching with greater mindfulness how things are working out these days!

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  2. Safar Fiertze
    Feb 27, 2015 @ 20:03:40

    I enjoyed reading this, and was very hooked to get to the end of the tale. I love everyday stories and the magic that there is in many of them. You reminded me of someone who gave myself and my then boyfriend a lift (we were hitchhiking, with no destination), he understood immediately what we were about and brought us to the most beautiful lake we’d never have found on our own and it was where we pitched our tent and began a short, but memorable adventure. I ended up living very close to the area, but never met him again.

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    • Fimnora Westcaw
      Feb 28, 2015 @ 04:20:32

      Thank you! I also like everyday stories that have those moments in them, and like you, I am often reminded of something which occurred in my own life. These are lovely memories come to visit. 🙂

      You also reminded me of something someone once wrote about ‘A Reason, A Season and A Lifetime.” These two people were our “reason” part of that. I find that quite powerful, to realize the greater treasure in meetings such as these.

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  3. badfish2
    Feb 28, 2015 @ 07:34:38

    Another very lovely post. In the past, I have found it difficult to get through a day without a little miracle, such as Dante.

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  4. JoHanna Massey
    Feb 07, 2016 @ 08:33:37

    Beautifully told Fim. Thank you for sharing.

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