When life is difficult, I frequently find myself looking for signs. Signs that the world is good, signs that things will get better, signs that I'm going to be okay. Today that sign was in the form of a truck driver who needed MY help.
I drove to Atlanta today to see my sister and before going through in the middle of nowhere, I stopped to fill up, and check my oil and tire pressure. The new turnpike stations have these amazing air pumps that digitally calibrate your tires and put in the perfect amount of air, however at first they are a little daunting to use because you have to program them. (I'd become familiar with them while driving to Atlanta in August.)
While inflating my tires, a large semi-truck pulled up next to me and your stereotypical burly dude stepped out. The driver watched me for a minute and then bashfully asked for help. Talk about a sign- few things in life are more empowering as a woman than helping a man do manly things. I graciously helped him fill his tires, all the while beaming inside at the fact that I am clearly a capable human being and this event balances out aforementioned jar opening issues.
However, as I drove away feeling satisfied with myself, I was suddenly overcome with gratitude that I live in a country where as a woman I am able to drive and vote and take care of myself and my children. I am painfully aware that there are far too many places in the world where this is not the case.