Mohrfamily wrote:... my stubborn husband with the stressing diesel mechanic job ..
This post of mine is totally off-topic O/T -- but I thought I would mention this because you said earlier that your DH was a diesel mechanic.
Here is my story. It goes back many, many, years, back to the time when I was at University.
At the end of my first year at University on the East Coast, I took the northern route to travel back home. This was from the East Coast via the Pennsylvania Turnpike, then to the Ohio Turnpike, then onward along I-80 to the far west. What happened around Northwest Ohio was that the warning light on the dash board of my old car turned red, indicating that my battery was not charging at all and that I had very little battery charge left.
I was terrified. It was the week-end, and I was wondering where on earth I could find an auto repair shop open, and what it would cost me to fix the problem (whatever it was). I didn't have much money at all. Just enough to pay for the rest of my trip back home.
I took the next exit from the Ohio turnpike and ended up in a small town south of the turnpike. I found a gas station there that was open and I asked the attendant if he could have a look at my car and see what was wrong. Fortunately, he said that he could, and he took my car into the garage and started looking under the hood. I was really scared, because I didn't have enough money to cover a major car repair, and I didn't know how long I might be stranded in this little town.
I was afraid that I might have to replace the generator and maybe some other components at a very high cost. I was in a state of despair.
Finally, the mechanic finished his analysis and told me what was wrong. I couldn't believe my eyes. He said that what was wrong was that the "brushes" on the generator were worn out and needed to be replaced. The generator was just fine. He said it was just the three brushes that needed to be replaced. He said that he could replace them then and there on the spot. He said that the price would be 25 cents for each of three brushes, and then the cost of his labor. It was beyond belief. I simply couldn't believe what he was saying.
This is why I will never,
ever forget the name of that small town south of the Ohio Turnpike. The mechanic who repaired my car was one of the most honest and professional persons I have ever met. I have occasionally thought that I wouild go back to that place especially to say "Thank you", but I never did.
So, what I would like to ask of you is this: If you could convey to your DH that I have the highest esteem for auto mechanics in Northwest Ohio. I will never
ever forget the kindness accorded to me when I was in such a state of despair.
Thank you.