It always amazes me how one unfortunate situation can turn into something beautiful and worth remembering when you manage to see it through the eyes of a child.
I consider myself to be a good driver. I might be a little bit too german when it comes to driving on Greek roads, but I don’t mind driving. I mean if you have learned to drive in this country, you can drive anywhere. What I genuinely dislike is using other people’s cars. It adds this tiny extra bit of stress.
But, as Murphy’s Law has it, today of all days I was driving N.’s car. Today of all days while I was driving on the national road with Yianni in the back seat, I started leaking gasoline (so I was told by the honking freaked out driver in the car next to me). Having watched too many action movies in the past (where cars blow up), I panicked, stopped the car and made my emergency call to N. I took Yianni out of the car, called the road assistance and waited. After my first panick started to fade away, I realized Yianni was in shock as well. Not the shock someone would expect. He was shockingly excited. He was trying to process what happened. He was bombardizing me with the why this, why that questions. I asked him whether he wanted to be picked up by my sister in order to avoid the wait. NOOOOOOOO. He wanted to stick around. He wanted to witness his fathers’ car being towed.
He waited patiently for the next 40 minutes for the tow truck to arrive. No whining, no fussing, no complaining. He was genuinely excited. When it finally arrived his face lit up. What seemed to me like a hassle, made his day. The look on his face made it all worthwhile. As simple as that.