Always Finding Good In Every Situation, Captain?

I usually go home from work at half past five. When Jerry gets me around that time, Kyle is already with him. Then we drive from Mactan Island back to school in the city to get Matt who by now is done with his basketball practice. This pretty much is our afternoon routine.

Yesterday, blame it on migraine, I got off pretty earlier than usual. As we were nearing the Marcelo Fernan bridge, connecting the island to the main province, I heard an unusual clicking noise somewhere near the right of the vehicle. Jerry said it was probably Kyle. It wasn't, because Kyle was asleep when I turned to look.

The noise grew more audible to be ignored and Jerry thought it best to stop by the gas station. It was the rear right tire that was making all the noise. It got punctured by a motorcycle metal spoke!

Great, now I'll have to spend some time nursing my head in the car as the attendant tried to change it. So much for going home early...


Jerry was taking out the spare tire to replace the punctured one.

As soon as it was over, we drove back toward the bridge. I sat there quietly and looked at the sun setting behind the clouds. Jerry said "I'm glad it (flat tire) happened before we passed the bridge"... (Thinking to myself) or we wouldn't have made it to the next gas station on time, or we would have been caught in the rush hour traffic, or the flat tire could have caused more serious trouble, or...

"Yes", I agreed...I looked at the sun now partly hidden but still casting a golden glow to the horizon, and marvelled at the sight... Jerry was absolutely right.