I swear to god its the rule of three happening!!!! Sorry, in our crazy family we have always said that when bad things happen, they happen in groups of three….it never fails!!My dad started this saying with my mom when they were first married…I think it actually started ON their wedding day…1) my mom forgot my dads ring 2) the photographer fell into a fountain in a beautiful garden where they were taking wedding pictures. and the best of all 3) when they arrived to their honeymoon room ready for the night…two single beds greeted them!!! It was on that night that our family saying began…..over the years it has proved itself time and time again. Today was off to a fantastic start if you count a meltdown on the side of the road, a good way to start the day…..as I was crying and having a panic attack a sweet little old man and woman(they had to be in their late 80’s)pulled up along beside me in a parking lot where I had pulled over so that I would not get into an accident..they noticed me crying and came up to the window…tapped on it ..asked if something was wrong, and if I needed help…feeling very embarassed I told them that I was just having a bad day, and needed just a moment to get myself together…well they felt that they needed to do something so the wife sent her husband into the store of the parking lot I had pulled into…and came out with 3 white roses!!!I was so taken back all I could do was to thank them profusely , as my eyes welled up with more tears…the woman said to me “Dear crying is good for the soul every once in a while…gods gardens need heartfelt tears for all things to thrive.” I wrote that quote down by the way on my hand so that I would remember it…and them always……A true random act of kindness!!!!I went and did the errands that i needed to do because I have been behind… being sick with a fever for the last week. While picking up some groceries I ended up knocking down one of the display towers they had set up for a new brand of cracker…..HUNDEREDS of damn cracker boxes went flying like assult fire throughout the air…people were ducking,tripping,swearing….and little kids came from everywhere to join in the fun of throwing some boxes themselves!!! At least a dozen mothers looked at me with a coldness that could have frostbit my skin…as they tried to pull their kids away from “the fun”…I never wished so hard for the damn floor to open up and swallow me whole……As i was fumbling with the cracker boxes, trying to put them in some configuration….one of the clerks walked over to me, told me not to worry about it, that they would take care of it…so red faced and sweating..I stammered out a quiet thankyou and left as quickly as I could. When I got to the checkout lane the lady in the 10 item or less lane took pity on me….as she had witnessed the whole fiasco…and let me checkout there, even though I had close to 30 items….I didnt have to stand in line where everyone was still giving me nasty looks, and were whispering among themselves. After returning home…my house seemed alittle cold to me…but having a fever, i didnt think to much about it at first, thinking it was just me….well about 30 minutes later I went to the thermostat and saw that it was 54 degrees in the house…shit, the house was without heat…now what!!! I called our power company and they said that it would be close to 8 hours before they could get someone out…so i had better bundle up in blankets and start a fire if we had a fireplace…thank god we do…..as I was just starting to drift off to sleep there was a knock at the door…it was the power company..it was only 45 minutes since I had called…the lady that took my message knew I was sick with a fever so she bumped me up to the top of the list….25 minutes later HEAT was restored……As i sat down to have a good cry from the days events..another knock came to the door…it was one of those people that go door to door talking about god ect….now I am a very spiritual person, and love god….but after 5 minutes of trying to tell this person that tonight just wasnt the best time to come in and talk about the Lord….he wasnt getting the message….finally the phone started to ring, and saved me…He wanted to leave behind a pamphlet which I took and quickly shut the door. To which Sophie took in her mouth and started ripping it apart and shaking it like it was a dog toy….at that final moment….I started to laugh so hard…..I was crying…and then I started to really cry..thinking to myself the power of three never fails …started the day with a panic attack and pulling my car over, the fiasco at the store, coming home and having no heat, and the bible man who wouldnt go away…Then I thought about another power of three that happened today…the couple that gave me the roses, the lady who let me go through the express lane with 30 items, and the lady who bumped me to the top of the list at the power company because she knew I was sick….and at that realization I started to cry again…..but these were tears of graditude!!!!!!