I had an interview scheduled an hour and a half from when I found that a tree branch had fallen on my car, and shattered my windshield. I had a moment of complete panic, and I did what any girl who is trying to hold herself out to be a competent and independent woman does.
I called my dad. (When I talked to him later, I remarked that what you do is kind of a test of how much of an adult you really are. He assured me that it wasn't.) After figuring out that there was no quick fix, I went back into my office, and magic began to happen.
I was trying to figure out how to get to the interview and what to do with my car all at once. Two of my fellow interns volunteered to take me downtown for my interview. One of the secretaries gave me her cell phone number so I could park my car at her house when I was able to deal with it, and then came and found us when we had to move it so we could take the back roads and avoid any trouble. N, being his normal princely self, picked me up, drove us the 45 minutes back to my car, then drive my car with the impossible to see out of windshield to it's waiting spot.
Today, I got my windshield replaced and figured I was all good to go. But what happened had spread around the office, and everyone has pooled money together to pay for the windshield.
I have been so taken aback by all of the kindness that had been shown to me. It's one of those moments that tells me I'm exactly where I need to be, and that I've found truly amazing people in this world.
So, the great lesson from this whole situation: trees are actually very angry objects, but people really are fantastic.
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