"Today is the WORST day ever" Emily cries out as she kicks the flattened tire of her car. The sun from earlier in the morning had disappeared and was replaced by a horrifically torrential downpour. It was if the weather somehow was reflecting her own mood. The electricity had gone out at home when she was trying to get her daughter ready for school. So of course they managed to miss the bus. This reality pointed out to her after a neighbor saw them standing in the pouring rain at the bus stop. "The bus already came by here girls" she yelled out through her open car window "right before you came out" Emily thanked her for letting them know and waved as her neighbor pulled out back onto the road. But as luck would have it, the neighbors back tire went through a small pothole and sent muddy water back at Emily and her daughter. The neighbor drove off unaware of what happened as Emily scooped her daughter and headed back into her house. Changing as quickly as possible, the two jump into Emily's car and head over to the school. Once her daughter is inside the building, Emily looks at her soaked reflection in the rearview mirror shaking her head. "Today HAS to be the day" Reaching into her purse, Emily pulls out her phone and quickly opens her Twitter app. "Days not over yet" she reaffirms herself when there are no mentions from him. Her face brightens when she sees some of her Twitter friends retweeting her poems and increasing the chances that he'll see her request. "Boom baby...just one BOOM"
About a half mile away from the school is when she hears it. BOOM!!!! Her rear tire explodes and she barely manages to veer the car over to the shoulder. "Not now" she looks down at the car clock "I'm supposed to be at the dentists office in 2o minutes" She steps out of the car and walks back to inspect the tire. It's completely in pieces. "Great...just great" The rain begins to pour down even heavier as if it was deliberately trying to make her day worse. Trying not to let the situation get to her, she crosses her fingers and checks the trunk to see if she still has a spare tire. "Yes!" she calls out and reaches into her pocket to make a call. She doesn't exactly know how to change a tire but she has friends that do.
As she begins to dial the number, she feels the ground rumble under her feet. As she looks up, a large 18 wheeler drives by her and sends a wave of water in her direction. Jumping back quickly, but not quick enough, the wall of water crashes down on her as the cell phone manges to slip from her grasp and lands in a deep muddy pool of water "Nooooooo!!!!!" she cries out as the phone splashes into the water. She grabs for it but its too late. The soaked cell phone no longer works. Emily's breaths become deep as she turns back toward her car and she gives the flat tire a good swift kick "TODAY IS THE WORST DAY EVER!!!!!"
As she feels the last strand of positive wash out of her body, Emily hears the roar of an approaching motor. When she turns to look, a motorcycle pulls up along side of her and the driver motions to her tire "Looks like you could use some help babe" Emily nods her head hesitantly at the stranger. His helmet hiding his face as he cimbs off the bike and walks over to inspect the tire. "You got a spare sweetie?" Emily rushes to the trunk and reaches in for the tire. "I got it. You're soaked. Go sit in the car out of the rain babe and I'll take care of this." Emily looks at the stranger for a moment "Are you sure?" He waves her off and nods his head "I'm sure. Now get in the car before you get psnuemonia" Emily wasn't sure why she trusted her helmeted hero but she did as she was told and got back into her car as the man began working on changing her tire. With her window partially rolled down, the two spoke about how bad her day had been going and they laughed. "Sounds like you need something to cheer you up today" the man commented. Emily feeling her spirits already lifting, proceeded to tell her hero about her attempts to get a boom from one of her favorite celebrities, Norman Reedus. The man looked up from her tire and nodded to her "Well...good luck with that" He went back to working on her car and she groaned inwardly for telling him such a ridiculous story. Without another word, she watched through the rain streaked windows as she felt the car being raised up by the small manual jack she had in the trunk. He was doing all of this with her sitting in the car. "God I owe him" She looked around her car desperately trying to find some way to compensate him for his help. In her glove compartment she came across a small box. When she pulled it out she knew instantly what it was. "My Boondock Saints cross" she whispered "I forgot it was even in there"
Just then the man knocked on the glass window to let Emily know he was finished. The sound startles her and she jumps in her seat "I'm sorry babe" the man apologizes "The tire is all fixed" He looks up at the sky and then back down at her "Looks like the rain is letting up too. Maybe your day will get better after all" Emily smiles and opens the car door as he steps back "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along" The man nods his head "No problem babe. Just glad I could help" Emily slowly holds the small box out to the man "I can't pay you for your help...but I want you to have this" He looks down at the box and shakes his head "Thats not necessary sweetie" Emily nods her head back "I insist" He takes the box from her and opens it revealing the celtic cross inside. "That's awesome babe. Thank you" After a few more words, the man gets back onto his motorcycle and drives away. Emily looks up just as the clouds part and the bright beam of sun shines down onto her smiling face.
Later, when Emily comes home, she sits down at her desk and thinks back over her day. She laughs and shakes her head at how easily she let a few things bring her down. A few easily fixed things. Tires go flat. Rains falls. Things get wet. What she realized today was that tires are replaceable. The sun always comes out again and sometimes ...just sometimes....good things happen in the rain. "I think I'll make a poem about that" she says to herself as she signs onto her Twitter account. "Norman would really like that one" As her account comes up, she notices her Mention light and clicks on it with out thinking. Her hand feezes hoovering over her keyboard when she sees the name highlighted on her screen. Her heart pounds in her chest as her hand begins to shake. Her eyes scanning over one brief message...over and over and over and over again. The message reading...
@wwwbigbaldhead BOOM baby!!! Thanks for my cross. It's awesome!
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