This brings to mind my own story. Back in 1975 I moved to England to work with my church. The time there was tough and isolating but also rewarding in its own way. In 1978, at a low point in my stay, a letter from the Home Office went walkabout on its way to me and ended up arriving 2 weeks later. That late letter plus my own hidden wishes, culminated in me having to leave England. I was transferred to San Francisco. Six months later I met my wife and soon thereafter married. Have been together 41 years.

That day in August 1978 began like yours - the wheels falling off my wagon and my world getting turned upset down.

It ended with a new adventure (though I didn't totally see it that way at the time) and new life for me.

Sometimes sh*t happens for a reason. 😉😊