"Jesus" Fixed My Van at the Grocery Store

I guess I asked for it...yesterday I was being smart while talking with our friend Mark about how our van was on it's last leg and we expected it to depart this world any time now. Truth is, we are praying it lasts until fall, but we haven't been so sure that would happen. It's 13 years old and has 140,000+ miles on it which doesn't give it the best odds, but I'm not really hoping to add a car payment back into my repertoire until after the adoption is done.

Anywho...after I picked the kids up from school we ran to the grocery to get fixins' for soup. You see my dear husband called this afternoon and begged me to make soup for him for supper tonight. Being the kind and obedient wife that I am, I rushed right out to oblige his request (wink, wink).

After getting the soup stuff and a few other things I proceeded to be checked out by a lady obviously preparing for the "Worlds Fastest Checker Outer" competition. Man, she flew. She whipped those yogurt containers over that scanner like she was throwing a fast pitch at the World Series.

I walked out to the parking lot with three children in tow, loaded my groceries, put the key in the ignition and turned it over only to hear nothing.

Dead. silence.

Gulp.

I called my soup lovin' hubby and told him of my predicament and he promptly came to my rescue. As you can imagine getting my battery jumped by a large orange potato chip delivery truck drew a wee bit of attention to the situation. No dice though, because the old van still would not turn over.

We were approached by a gentleman who shook soup boys hand, acted all chummy with him and offered to help. For the life of me I could not place this person and yet he had an air of familiarity about him. They figured out the connections on the battery were too corroded and after a short time the old girl fired up again. In the middle of it all Jeff said, "you know who that is don't you?" to which I replied, "no". He told me that it was his friend Ron from the play and that's when the lightbulb went on.

Every year Jeff is in a production of "The Last Supper" where he plays Thaddeus. The reason I didn't recognize the man helping us is because I had never seen him without his long brown hair, beard, white robe and sandles. I was grateful that "Jesus" showed up just in time to help!