Yet another flat tire while on the way shul. This is getting ridiculous. Surely G-d is sending me a message, but what could it be?
Thankfully, of all the places to get a flat tire, shul is an ideal one. It's warm, has plenty of toys for our little guy to play with, and the Rabbi was kind enough to baby sit while I coordinated with the auto rescue guy changing the tire.
So, all in all, I'm thankful.
What's your theory?
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