Another TOY story

Let me start by first sending my apologies to all of my blog buddies.  After Wednesday, my week was thrown completely off. I'm convinced it was the work of the devil! I was unable to finish my postings for the week!
I'm going to TRY to give you the shortest version possible of my Thursday night.  Please refrain from laughing because this was indeed a very serious matter....ehhhhhhhhhhhh here we go!

Thursday night I attended a banquet in Canton, MS. For those of you that are familiar with the area, you know Canton is slightly north of Jackson.  Now, for those of you that know me...well, let's just say sometimes I tend to get a little turned around.  The banquet was over around 8:30 pm. I got in my truck and headed home....or so I thought.  I am SO use to going 55-N ; it's seriously second nature. 55-N will always take me to Ridgeland....unless you're already north (in Canton).  After a few minutes I realized that I didn't see the Nissan plant, but I figured I must be going the right way...maybe it's just dark and I'm having a hard time seeing.  About 10-15 mins later I see a Yazoo sign...ok, I've gone completely too far. My phone rang and it was one of my best friends, Kenya.  I told her to stay on the line with me because I was like 99.9% I was lost.  I decided to take Exit 133 (remember this) to re-route.  Taking that exit was a no no! It seriously looked like a scene off The Hills Have Eyes.  So, I got back on the hwy and decided to turn around at the next chance.  You know how sometimes you can cross the median?..Well, I thought that would be my best option. Afterall, I have a truck and I should be able to make it, right? WRONG! It was raining out, which means....as I started to cross the median my truck got stuck.  I automatically begin crying  hysterically, all the while Kenya is trying to keep me calm.

So here I am. 23 yrs old .Female. Alone on Hwy55.Dark. Raining. And the only thing I remember is Exit 133. I got off the phone with Kenya and immediately called 911. Afterall, it WAS an emergency.  I explained to the sweet man that I was lost, alone and afraid because by this time it was about 9:30pm. (Now this is where I'm going to shorten the story).  The dispatcher stayed on the phone with me until a Hwy Patrolman arrived. He kept reassuring me that no stranger was going to come to the car, try to help me, and kidnap me. (I really thought this was going to happen).  The Patrolman had to call a wrecker, which took like another hour.  Approximately 3 hours and $100 later I was on my way back to Ridgeland. 
My sweet sister, Keitra, came to my rescue. Words can't describe how bad I felt. It was raining and I was like an hour north of Jackson and she STILL came to see about me.  This is DEFINITELY what sisters are for. Bless her heart....I thank her SO much for this.  Bless Kenya's heart because she stayed on the phone with me. Bless Joey's heart. I think he was having a heart attack through the phone while trying to keep me calm.  I'm so thankful for the people in my life who care so much about me that they are willing to make sacrifices (such as these).  I have vowed to put this night behind me. It was all a test! The devil really tried to steal my happiness because he KNEW what I had been faced with during the week. Well, he almost had me...but "God got me"..and I'm so thankful for that!

If you see me around jacktown...don't laugh...I'm ridin' dirty!....literally, until I can get to a car wash!

XOXO
t.RAE :)