A Yip Guy and a Refrigerator

Sometimes I need to be reminded that past the storm are blue skies. This year has been a challenge, but like the story, one that I will endure and learn from. I have been reminded that I am in the right place at the right time.

The New Fridge

Out with the old, in with the new.  Sometimes change comes easy, other times hard.  However, change is always scary. Last night was a stark reminder.

 2020 should be labeled Murphy’s year, everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.  So it came as no surprise when our refrigerator started to leak enough water that it was more like a faucet than a receptacle to hold food. 

Solution to this problem was easy.  Buy a new fridge.  That’s what we did, delivered Wednesday. What to do with the old fridge became the new problem.  I did what most do, I asked a friend to help.

He came over and we chatted for a bit and ordered dinner and while we waited, decided to move the fridge to the curb.  Now the only problem was the four stories we needed to descend. 

Gravity is a bitch when it is not working in your favor.  We cleared the fridge out and taped the doors shut.  We moved it to the top of the landing.  I was at the bottom.  My friend at the top.

Then, I was at the bottom and the fridge was on the top.  On the first or second step my friend lost hold and the fridge bounced down the stairs with me trying to maintain some control while also trying to get out of the way.

I am writing the story from my living room and not a hospital bed. It could have been a lot worse.  I saw months of running, cycling and being active flash before my eyes until the fridge stopped wedged between the ceiling and the wall.  

I got really lucky as I have before in the past.  I lost a minimal amount of skin.  Nothing that a bit of crazy glue wouldn’t fix and I feel a bit whiplashed. No big deal.  Life goes on until it doesn’t.

Missing skin

The remaining descent was uneventful. We got into a rhythm and were able to descend the remaining stairs unscathed.  

Once down the stairs, the problem was over; four corners, four hands, lift and carry.  We did just that and brought it to the garbage, where, lucky for him, a Yip guy was waiting.  

In many parts of the world, garbage is first looked through by many to pick out any morsel that may still have use.  A fridge is the equivalent of finding 20usd.  Finding a fridge attached to four arms and two able bodies to assist you in getting it into your cart, priceless.

The Yip guy was happy.  He made his find of the day and we returned to my apartment to eat pizza on the roof.  Of course, after a trip to the bathroom and my first aid kid.  Life goes on.

On the inside of my arm I have a tattoo to remind me that Life Unfolds as it Should.  The falling fridge is a perfect reminder.  Why?  Because my friend and I were in the right place at the right time to help someone else.  

I look for these reminders in the real world.  I ask my up-stairs-all-around entity sometimes to show me a sign that I am on the right path.  This was one of those moments. 

Now, if you were to ask me where the path is headed?  I would respond over the hill, around the corner and past the horizon.  I have no idea. It’s the unknown.  It is my unknown and I will get there.  

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