L.A. is notorious for the condition of its roads. With so many deep grooves and potholes, driving can be a hazard. Yesterday, I went over a nasty, construction speed bump and as I made my way home, I heard a disturbing scraping noise. A big piece of something on the bottom of my car was dragging. I imagined the worse case scenario (days without a vehicle, a thousand dollars of repair), while at the same time, desperately trying to look at the bright side. Each challenge, I feebly muttered, is an opportunity. I brought the car into the mechanic. Everything’s going to be ok, he said. 2 hours later, my car was fixed. No charge.
Image from Swiss Miss [1]