As we were heading up to a Petersen family reunion we needed to take a potty break. Since we were already stopped we decided to take a lunch break before completing the final leg of our outward bound journey.
As we were finding a park/playground to stop at we noticed that distinct odor of engine trouble. We pulled into the nearest parking spot to examine the plumes of steam billowing from under the hood. As we were penning the hood another cat pulled into the otherwise abandoned lot. The nice lady (Maddie) stops to inquire about our predicament.
(steam blowing from an unknown source)
(staring at the engine, clueless)
(hands of an angel)
(removing broken connector)
(the busted part...only $5)
Apparently her family is highly versed in auto mechanics (her brothers own a auto shop in town) and she starts pulling stuff apart to try and determine the cause of our distress. Since the suburban was still streaming we thought we might figure it out quickly. It wasn't immediately obvious so she called her father who lived nearby.
Dewaine, the father, shows up. He adds some water to the radiator, has me turn it on, and knows the problem in 2 seconds. It was a busted "T" connector. He pulls the busted piece out and we run down to O'Reilies to get a new part (under $5). We come back and he pops it back in place in 2 minutes. Problem Solved!
This help was so timely that we know it was Heavenly Father looking out for us, a tiny family miracle.
We finished lunch and were back on the road like nothing had happened, except our hearts were full of gratitude. We were only delayed about an hour!
(putting the new connector in)
(Dewaine, the angel of mercy)
