Once in a while, luck is on our side. Being at the right place, at the right time, in the right frame of mind and most of all recognizing and seizing the opportunity as it is set forth. Saying that, I wish to tell you of such an occurrence in my life that changed the way that I now look upon life.
I am a mid-forties male, divorced for about two years now, two kids living with the ex, in the house that I had just finished paying for about two years ago, and paying a thousand a month for this arrangement. For this, I get to see my kids every second weekend, a couple weeks in the summer and ever second X-mas. Well, that was the way it was suppose to be, but that certainly is not the way things had worked out. Often times I have gone to pick up the kids and they or their mother weren’t anywhere to be found. Some how she simply forgot that it was my weekend, or my X-mas or whatever. I think that you get the drift. Enough about the history and on with the story.
It was my weekend to have the kids, a boy ten and a daughter six. I had arranged to pick them up at 7.00 PM on Friday night as I usually worked late in the office on Fridays, closing off the books and getting the orders out to the shop for their start on Monday. Everyone had left by the time I shut off the lights and locked up. I looked at my car in the parking lot, covered in snow, as I trudged out to warm it up and clear the snow from it.