It's the Little Things

Often I find myself in the midst of shuffle conforming to what is seemingly right amongst the crowd. It's usually the little things that snaps us out of this materialistic haze, I guess. The other day I was going into town a little later then I was supposed to, conveniently enough, i left my camera at home, in turning around I got myself stuck on this 6 inch square of ice, it seemed so pathetic that I wasnt able to get myself off of this little woods road because of this small portion of ice, i got frustrated and tears came to my eyes. It may have been the weirdest moment i've experienced in all my life, I got so angry and refused to call my mother to ask her to come help me, if I didnt do this on my own I was weak, pathetic. After about ten minutes I stopped, and screamed 'Jesus' I myself was held back by this and proceeded to cry, after a couple minutes I realized how silly it was for me to be sitting here alone with help such a short distance away. I inhaled and exhaled slowly a couple times and called my mom, she said shed be right there and all that good stuff, I prayed a breif prayer. out of despiration? maybe. I put the car in drive and allowed it to roll forward, as I tapped the gas lightly I got out so easily. I had to cry out for help in order to get out of this situation, it was a situation that I, myself have yet to learn how to deal with. Grace, maybe? I got out and got to town just on time.