My Journey

My alternator in my van went out today. I knew it was my alternator because I had an alternator go out on me in college, so I was familiar with the signs. I noticed the first sign the second my kids got out of the van and walked safely into school. I couldn't get full power when I pushed my accelerator to leave the carline. So I began praying..."Lord, please help me to make it home." I continued driving and drove fine for a while, but I could tell that my power was getting worse. I REALLY didn't want to break down on the interstate, so I decided to get off the next exit. Thankfully, I made it off the exit and landed in a parking lot where my van officially died. No power.  And I just sat there in my dead van for about 5-10 minutes as rain started sprinkling down...thinking about who I should call and what I should do.  I'm going to be really honest here. These are the moments that I can really start feeling sorry for myself. My brain thinks, 'I don't have