Help! I'm Trapped!!

Yesterday was an interesting day. It began in its usual way but as life does sometimes, I was thrown a curve ball.

I live in an older home. I totally ADORE my house and the area in which it’s situated. It has all the quaint charm of a 1940’s cottage, all the way down to its glass doorknobs. Yesterday the glass doorknob on the bathroom door protested in a revolt of mighty proportions. I’m not sure why. In all the 16 years I’ve lived here it has cooperated as doorknobs should in a most acceptable manner. But as I’ve shared with you before – the “why’s” just do not matter.

A friend had just arrived to help me plant my winter garden. However, we looked at the weather and the weather folks assured us it would be wet, wet, wet! So rather than risk drowning the baby plants and washing the seeds away, we decided to postpone this activity and were thinking about Plan B. I headed into the bathroom and after completing my business, I went to turn the doorknob and nothing happened. It was jammed. The glass knob on my side fell off in my hand and I heard the one on the opposite side hit the tile floor.

I hollered for my friend. She pushed her knob back in and so did I in the hopes that the two of us could manage to turn it. But no, it was jammed. Jammed TIGHT.

I cleared off the windowsill of the small window and opened it. I just knew I could get out that way…20 years ago, yes. 10 years ago, maybe. Now? Probably not. I might have been able to squeeze my hefty self out but I would likely fall on my already damaged head. No thanks. A “something comfy” to crawl out onto was inconveniently absent. And besides all that, the problem would have remained. The door would still be jammed closed and I would be unable to use my one and only bathroom.

My friend handed me my cell phone and kept me hydrated (though I was in a bathroom with plenty of water). She had gotten me some tools and I had already tried to turn the locking mechanism with a screwdriver, taken off the decorative pieces to try to “get at” the problem. Nothing was working. So I called another friend whose husband was “handy”.

As I waited for my friend’s husband to arrive, I listened to my sons’ two dogs, crying outside the bathroom door. My boys were in the process of a move and I was caring for the dogs in the interim. One of the dogs was an avid escape artist and when she got out she R..A..N if given the opportunity. The opportunity presented itself and off she went as I stood helpless at the window. My friend chased after her.

Talk about powerlessness in life’s circumstances! WOW! This wasn’t even a veiled analogy.

The “handy husband” of my friend arrived and I heard the dogs barking madly. I heard him say through the door, “wow…huh…weird…and hmmm.” My hopes were fading. I’ll either have to call the fire dept or what?

He walked around to the window and looked in and mentioned that the window opening is not THAT big, assessing the berth of my rear end. He walked reluctantly back into the house. I wondered what he was thinking. I let him know that it was okay for the door to come down. I was pretty sure a locksmith wouldn’t be able to do much more than he. So I told him to go ahead and break the door down. I’m pretty sure I heard him smile!

So yes, he busted down my 70 year old, solid wood door. That crazy locking mechanism remained through the violence. I plucked it out with my hands.

She's waiting to go to the trash

This locking mechanism was built INTO the door

I now have no bathroom door. I do have enough fabric to make a curtain for some privacy. That’s kinda fun in an old hippy-style fashion. Doesn’t really matter. I live alone anyway.

I was trapped in my bathroom for 3 ½ hours. I was completely knocked off my very flimsy pedestal of seeming-control. I was powerless. And really, it was okay.

By evening, I was on a prayer call with my prayer partner and I was clearly able to see and articulate all the ways I had been blessed. For nothing happens in the Universe by accident.

• ·      I wasn’t alone, my friend was with me and was able to give me my phone
• ·      Source brought the perfect guy to help me out of the bathroom
• ·      While he was at my house he noticed all the furniture I had re-done and encouraged me to do more and sell it which I had been contemplating
• ·      My son and I had a good conversation about that which I’ve just written here, deepening our connection

So how cool is all that?!?!

Waiting for help to arrive

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