Truck died before vacation. Charged it. Jumped it. Drove it to take the trash down. Parked it for ten days.

Got in yesterday. Was talking to God about it — asked Him to supply the energy. It started.

Drove to the gas station. Got diesel. Decided to exchange the propane tanks while I was there. Moved the truck across the lot. Exchanged the tanks. Got back in.

Dead.

One start was all the charge had. Two was asking too much.

Sat there and noticed: I don’t like asking for help. I would rather call AAA and wait in my truck than walk over to two strangers.

So I walked over. My truck has two batteries, and each guy hooked his pack to one — then spent the next five minutes arguing about whose was better. The truck started and we’ll never know who actually did it. Got one guy’s card — he sells the packs. We laughed. I went and bought new batteries.

It doesn’t matter whose was better. It took both. The win wasn’t the truck starting. The win was asking for help.

He’s still working on me.

Told Kathy that God was good to me. Didn’t elaborate. Some things are just for the walk.