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If it wasn't for family...
October 10, 2013 - Craig Howell
I've had my car for about seven years now, and it's starting to show its age a little bit. Things are going to be in need of repair or replacement periodically, which is expected, and I don't know that I'm quite ready to simply go shopping for another vehicle just yet.
The other morning I noticed the interior light had not come on and the ignition was a little sluggish, but it was starting up so I figured I would simply wait for the next paycheck to come in and then get the battery replaced. Fate, and my luck, had other plans.
I had made a trip to Weirton Municipal Plaza Thursday afternoon to gather some information for an article involving a program with the fire department and the Weirton Woman's Club. All was well until I prepared to leave for my return to the newsroom and couldn't start my car. The lights and radio were on, but nobody was home, so to speak. I tried it a few times (being greeted only by a clicking sound from the front of the vehicle) and was reaching for my phone when I looked up to see my aunt, her son and his dog Rupert, and another neighbor walking through the parking lot.
After learning what was going on, my aunt called home and her daughter offered to drive over with some jumper cables. For whatever reason, I can never remember to keep any around so I was incredibly grateful. I do have AAA, but if you had the choice of waiting around for maybe an hour or getting a jump within 15 minutes, which would you choose?
We got it started and, after expressing my gratitude, I headed to one of our local auto parts stores where they confirmed the battery was pretty much shot and I would need a new one. The gentlemen at the store were incredibly helpful, going the extra mile with their service. While they weren't relatives of mine, I found it interesting that their names were Chuck (my paternal grandfather's name) and Brian (my brother's name).
So, if it wasn't for family ...
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