Breaking the RV: The Earthly Stuff
It has been raining here in Auburn, but we needed to take the RV to the RV park and empty the holding tanks. I should have learned my lesson when we were leaving.
I tried to back out of the yard we’ve been staying in, but I couldn’t make the turn around their garage (which is in the picture) and out the gate. I ended up having to turn the RV around in their yard, which is a hill. We’ve been parked on just about the only flat spot in the whole yard.
Turning it around was some serious mental work, but we did it. Then driving out was not difficult at all.
When we came back, I decided to back in so that I could retrace the same route I took out. But as we made the small turn around the garage, the back wheels kept slipping.
Apparently, I’ve got some sort of brain deficiency, and I still thought I could make it. My son and I decided we would try backing just a little further, and if we slipped anymore, we’d give up and park out front.
We slid too much.
There was nowhere to go, and when I tried something, the side of a small ditch caved in and we tilted right onto the corner of the garage.
The garage was never really in danger. It’s an old oak thing, almost like a barn.
The RV, however …
We were very fortunate. The corner of the garage came into the RV about a foot, and it chose a large sliding window to do so rather than a wall. If the window had been open, the only damage we’d have had would have been the screen on the window.
It was closed, however, and the window just exploded.
Okay, Now the Spiritual Stuff
I have a pretty bad temper. Rose Creek Village has really changed my life in that respect, as I’ve had a lot of input and help controlling it. I’m almost like a nice person now.
This little incident enraged me, though. There was no one to be mad at except myself, so I said some pretty awful things about my intelligence to myself and anyone else I could get to listen—which was just my family. Fortunately, my wonderful wife was offended at the statements. It would have been disappointing if she’d shrugged and said, "Yeah, that’s what I think, too."
I was excited, though, about the fact that I treated everyone else reasonably well.
I was also somewhat panicked. How in the world would we get this RV off of the garage? The garage isn’t even mine! I’m at someone else’s house!
Amazingly, I quickly got my mind set on God, and I sat in a chair, letting all the horrible, painful emotions that had flooded my body and mind fade away. I immediately started wondering what I should learn from this.
Oddly, the first thought that went through my mind was, "There’s nothing to learn. This was just a chance incident; things happen; and there’s not any purpose to things like this."
That only lasted a moment. I’ve lived for 49 years thinking there’s a purpose to everything and that God doesn’t let anything happen to us by accident. We can be stupid and insensitive and learn nothing, or we can pay attention, learn quickly, and not have to go through the same problems over and over and over.
That’s worked really well for me. Though there’s plenty I don’t understand, I’ve never experienced or heard anything that’s made me feel like I need to give up looking at life that way.
So here’s what I think.
1. I think the devil doesn’t want us to have it easy out here. I was really encouraged by the thought that he actually sees us as a threat.
2. I have a lot less problems than most people in the world, and it’s really important that I don’t get sucked into the American “Disneyland” mentality that says our purpose in life is to live in comfort.
3. If I will keep my mind on what is my purpose, following our Father and doing whatever he’s doing, this might not have happened. Before I ever drove to the dump station to dump the tanks, I had thought briefly about how easy it would be to just park out by the road. I didn’t pay enough attention to that thought to hold it before God to see if that’s what he wanted.
Life’s simple. You walk in the Spirit all the time, and you do what he leads you to do.
That’s an oversimplification, but it is, nonetheless, exactly what being a Christian is all about. We get to be spiritual people, walking with and knowing God. It’s foolish to get distracted with the things of this world just because we’re Americans with a lot of money, excellent shelter, constant climate control, and more food than necessary.
The End of the Story
Oh, after I let all the emotions run out, I called a tow company and asked them to send me a genius out to help.
Really, I asked for a genius.
The lady laughed, and she said she would send their “guy” within about 45 minutes.
He showed up, and he looked like Jason Fitzpatrick, that missionary to Mexico that I’m so impressed with.
Turns out he was a genius. He simply used a tree to winch the rear end of the RV around until we were pointed at the gate. That probably didn’t require genius, and any tow truck guy could have done it. The genius was the way he handled me.
I asked him, “Is there hope that this will work?”
He said, “Hope? I’m not hoping. I know this is going to work.”
He was careful, slow, and utterly confident, even though he was pretty young in my eyes. He was totally in charge and very friendly. He never once told me I was an idiot. In fact, he never made me feel like one. He acted like this could have happened to anyone.
It could have … to anyone who is overconfident in his ability to drive in mud and trying something he shouldn’t be trying.
Anyway, I got out of it for a very reasonable tow bill and a broken window. Incredible.
One Final Comment
My wife just got done with whatever she was doing on her computer. She got up and said, “All in all, a really good day.”
I have great people around me.
We’re in California trying to help Christians make a choice to live in such a way that everyone can have what I have and what the Gospel is supposed to promise: great people around all of us because we’re together and including everyone who embraces the Gospel.