Greetings Commanders,
Today I was supposed to go on a campout with our extremely loosely knit
Challenger group. I drove 3 of the Challengers out there to the campsite in
Fauquier County, VA amongst the fields of cow pies. I got the boys out there
and the car lost its new power steering pump. Man was I bummed out. I left
the car stuck at this little country store that was way out in the middle of
no where and called my wife for my rescue. Anyway I was gone a long time and
no one even thought twice that something could be wrong. My wife drove out to
where I was and I brought her over to the campsite and we cooked Hoboe dinners
in foil packs in the fire. My wife had never seen things like the way we camp
before and got to learn first hand what camping was like for Royal Rangers as
she stayed for dinner.
So I had to make a command decision at this point, with the 2nd car being
out of order I had to leave a note on the dash of the broken car asking the
property owner not to tow it. As I said I drove 3 boys out there in that car
and there was no way to suspect that a new power steering pump would go bad
the way it did. I had to leave the camp out with my wife as she would not
know her way home especially in the dark. Cow Pastures all look the same in
the dark and are filled with plenty of cow pies. It was starting to rain.
Well, my concern was to get the boys back to the church sometime tomorrow at
the expected hour so I went home and said that I would return with my other
car to drive the boys home.
One of the other commanders told me that we could get the big
trailer to put my broken car on and drive it back to my house where the
mechanic can fix it on Monday. That was great news because I couldn't afford
to have it towed. Hopefully the warranty on the new pump was still in effect
so that the pump could get replaced without costing me another $200 dollars.
But see God is Good! In light of the adversity, a way for me to have this
little problem taken care of was provided for. So I'm not going to sweat it.
This was supposed to be my first campout since becoming a diabetic. I was
supposed to do some learning out there about how my blood sugars respond to
the camping situations in the Royal Rangers and the Civil Air Patrol. I
missed out on some great camping, but I think I spared the Commanders from my
thunderous snoring.
Just wanted to share.
Cmdr Mike Burke
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