This morning, I had my first van crisis. Although that sounds extreme now looking back, it definitely was challenging.
To set the scene, it has been frigid here in Ithaca the past few days. Snow, ice and sub-zero temperatures. I was lucky to be able to park in one spot all weekend, which meant I didn’t have to drive my van in the slush and ice. Well, parking in one area meant I didn’t move my plug-in cord at all. It also meant I didn’t rev the car battery at all, yet still used a light inside.
Being new at this, I didn’t think of it, I was just thankful I had a warm place to stay the weekend without much hassle.
This morning I woke up and tried to start my van to move it to it’s “day spot”. The engine didn’t start, the battery was dead. To make matters worse, my cord was under two inches of ice. I immediately started to de-ice my cord using hot water and salt from work. This involved hauling 40 gallon buckets in and out for about an hour…at 5:00AM, I had to work at 6:15AM.
During this time, I am racking my brain as to what to do about the van. I have to move because people park there during the day. That’s the deal. It was so early, I didn’t know of anyone who could give me a charge. I’m thinking about all the explaining I’ll have to do, how much trouble I might get in and also about cutting my cord because it’s not out of the ice and I have to work.
I called my dad. I started working and my coworker finished the last few inches of ice I hadn’t gotten to (it took him 2 minutes, thank God!)
My dad saved the day. He answered the phone at 6AM when I was at my wits end. I didn’t know who else to call, and I knew he would be up and have what I needed. He came.
I de-iced my wet hands and feet while waiting for him, changed shoes and we got to work. He gave me a jump, then gave me his old battery charger for if it happens again.
He taught me what to do next time and told me I did the right thing, I did what I could and then asked for help.
We got my van going, I let it run for 45 minutes, then drove it to it’s spot. I plugged the battery charger into it, and it’s back working now.
First van crisis: averted.
My dad has been really helpful in this transition. I cannot stress that I have benefited from numerous sources for help. I am not alone, and that is so comforting. I’ve been in the van for a week, and I do like it, but it’s a learning curve. My dad simply stepped up to help. He could have said no. He could have told me that this was my bed I had to lay in it. But he didn’t. He helped me.
My dad is someone I want to be like. He has his opinions, his ways and just how he thinks…but he always stops to help. I called him in tears because I didn’t know what else to do. After I got off the phone and when I saw him, I was crying again, but they were tears of overwhelming joy. I was so overwhelmed that he was coming to help. I should have known he would, that’s in his character, but for some reason, I still doubted.
First van crisis: averted. I love you dad.
Oh, I made a YouTube video which you can view here: https://youtu.be/eTtPP9Q0MGE