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Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Flying with a rose

Roksolana Zasiadko
Today started out so differently than I had planned. I had a flat tire. I discovered it last night around 8:30pm when I took out the trash. Thank goodness I did not procrastinate like I usually do. If I had, I would not have found out about the tire until this morning and then I might have reacted in a freaking out kind of way. Seeing it last night allowed me to scream from the comfort of my own home, breathe, and to notify the people in Savannah that I would be late.

Yes, I am still commuting to Savannah and yes I know that I should be putting much more time and energy into getting my house on the market and finding a place to live. I know this. It will happen eventually. One step at a time.

Anyway I got up and went to Gerald's. Yes, Gerald's. Not Jared's. I needed my tire replaced not a diamond necklace. However if anyone is offering a diamond necklace, I will accept. This morning at 7am I arrived at Gerald's and there was already a line. The place did not open until 7:30am. I my opinion it should open at 7am, but no one asked me.

Promptly at 7:30am the doors opened and service attendants were stationed behind the counter ready to assist us. I was fourth in line. In about 20 minutes I was on my way to Savannah. The repair to my tire was free and there was a single red rose on my seat. I smiled with relief and appreciation. That is how they do things at Gerald's. Everyday all of the time except on Sundays when they are closed.

This is one of the things I will miss when I move. I had to pay to get my tire plugged in Savannah. That did not make me smile. I also did not get a rose. It's the little things. It's the easy things. It's the right things.