From Harrowing to Hero-ing

03.14.11 | Comments[4]

Recently my wife Sandy and I made the long trip - by car - to Nashville, Tennessee (which was crazy - we don’t even own a guitar...). Anyway, we made the trip by car, of course, because it’s much cheaper than two plane tickets and a needed rental car when ya get there.  Forget the 14 hours each way, the wear and tear on a car that already has 140,000 miles on it... and the fact that it was the middle of winter... driving to Tennessee just made sense.  And frankly, the way down was lovely – “wall to wall sunshine” as Kevin Williams would say... and gas was “only” $2.95 in Tennessee!

However – the trip home – not so much.... we came back through Kentucky and the great state of ...Ohio.  Yes, Ohio - that glorious chevron-shaped land mass that makes you wish you could be somewhere – anywhere - else.  Four-and-a-half hours of pure traveling ecstacy....and the centerpiece of this virtual paradise?... Columbus.  Ahh, Columbus, Ohio - with its many navigational options – none of which get you there without risking life and limb, and constantly uttering that ever popular question, “was that our exit...?”

Now granted, as a native of Michigan, I’ve never been enamored with Ohio, and as a Michigan State Spartan, Columbus ranks with Ann Arbor and South Bend as one of my least favorite cities.  Apparently, Columbus could sense this about me – even though my license plate said “New York,” ...because, well... Columbus, Ohio had it in for us.  First we picked the wrong exit to stop for a bite to eat.  We ended up in a very scary part of town where traffic laws are mere suggestions, none of which are actually taken.  I’ve had less traumatic travel on the bumper cars at Darien Lake.  However, by God’s providence, we eventually escaped with our lives, and went a few miles further, exiting in an obvious shopping area... ahhh – this looks safe....

Looks can be deceiving.  It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday... during basketball season... and the Buckeyes had a home game... which apparently had just concluded....and everyone took the same route home... the road we were trying to use.  And while the basketball team may have a decent fast break, their fans don’t.  So when we finally got out of traffic, we headed into a Panera’s restaurant.  We used the sidewalk – the sidewalk looked safe....

Looks can be deceiving.  For there was one section of sidewalk with attitude – and altitude – it had decided that it was somehow above all the other sidewalk sections... about two inches above.... just enough to obstruct the forward motion of my Sandy’s dainty right foot, and thus hurl the rest of my dainty Sandy face-first into the next section of sidewalk.  Fortunately, it’s winter, and her fall was cushioned by thirty-eight layers of cotton and cotton-blend apparel.  She ended up with a bump on the noggin, a scraped up knee, and a shared disdain for ...Columbus, Ohio.

...and now, for the harrowing part.  While still in Ohio... naturally... the snow began to fill the roadway – the kind snow that isn’t deep – but is slicker than Vaseline on a brass doorknob.  As Sandy nursed her boo-boos, and I became groggy and road weary - those roads worsened.  We passed Erie and Jamestown, and stopped for gas at the Salamanca Reservation – Wow- only $3.31 per gallon!  ....woo-hoo.... Now for the home stretch.

It was a dark and stormy night... well – it was!  Though I couldn’t tell, I was apparently headed downhill as my car veered into a spin.  Having driven on snow since long before I was legally old enough to do so (oops – uh...you didn’t read that) I knew exactly what to do – foot off the gas and steer into the skid – then back the other way – then back again – why won’t the car slow down – steer left – steer right – steer left...my knuckles had the steering wheel in a death grip - careening off the road into the cliff-like median was not an option – well, not a healthy one anyway.  By now Sandy was praying out loud... and I was still steering... She had finished praying for family, friends and was in the midst of lifting up several missionaries when I finally got the car under control.  While she praised the Lord for His mercy, I thought, “Hey, – I’m not groggy anymore!”

The rest of the trip went without major incident – at a blistering 40 miles per hour.  Who would have thought one could be so ecstatic about reaching Bath, NY... an hour and a half later than planned.

The next morning, I told Sandy that, by the grace of God, last night’s excursion may have been the finest driving I’ve ever done.  And that’s when she made my day.  She said, “In a situation like that, there’s no one I’d rather have driving than you.”  And she meant it.  And I got a little choked up.

You see, ladies, every man I know, needs to hear things like that.  In essence, she said, “You’re my protector... I trust you... you’re my hero.”  Do you know what that does to a man?  It makes him want to continue to fill that role – to continue being a protector – a “knight in shining armor” – a hero.

So ladies, please, look for those opportunities to tell him he’s your hero.

And guys, let’s give her reasons to feel that way.

I’d love to hear your story.  Ladies - tell us all how he became your “knight in shining armor.”  Guys – tell us what she said to make you feel that way.  Oh – one more thing - make sure you read them to each other!  Words of affirmation... are precious.

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on 03.25.11 Colleen commented

There is nothing more admiral than a guy who wants to protect his lady, not control or overbear her, but protect. When she is feeling uncomfortable hold her hand, when walking down the road and a group of guys are coming the other way, put her on the outside, when walking down the street put her closer to the sidewalk. Little things that make her feel protected, non-verbally letting her know she is cared for and precious to you! These are things that make my knight shine!

on 04.06.11 Sheila commented

My husband became my true hero on Feb. 11, 2011 when he literally saved my life. I was ill at home in the afternoon and was going to bed in the early evening when I became sick to my stomach. I passed out on the floor, was (hate to say it) but was vomiting. When you are unconscious and vomiting while laying flat on your back, you are at a very real risk of aspirating. He was there, turned me on my side, called 911 and stayed by my side for the entire hospital stay and for weeks beyond. It became clear to both of us how much we loved each other after 35 years of marriage. I do not want to think about what could have happened, but I know through God's grace and mercy He gave us what we needed, when we needed it. I a,m so thankful for the husband God gave me.

on 04.06.11 Sheila commented

My husband became my true hero on Feb. 11, 2011 when he literally saved my life. I was ill at home in the afternoon and was going to bed in the early evening when I became sick to my stomach. I passed out on the floor, was (hate to say it) but was vomiting. When you are unconscious and vomiting while laying flat on your back, you are at a very real risk of aspirating. He was there, turned me on my side, called 911 and stayed by my side for the entire hospital stay and for weeks beyond. It became clear to both of us how much we loved each other after 35 years of marriage. I do not want to think about what could have happened, but I know through God's grace and mercy He gave us what we needed, when we needed it. I a,m so thankful for the husband God gave me.

on 04.22.11 Denny commented

Thanks for your story, Sheila - he's a good man - and we have an awesome God. "...to love and to cherish ...in sickness and in health..." ...part of the hero's creed!

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