Ah…Sunday…that was one of the craziest days ever… For starters, it was the 13th anniversary of me becoming a landed immigrant. Boy, those 13 long years…flew by so quickly… Anyway, the morning began as usual with two services. The pastor at cfc made me laugh when he crosses his hand to make an “X” whenever he says any word that begins with “ex…” The series is on “An Extraordinary Joe”…so you see how it might be funny that way… After the two services, there was lunch at church, and then we were off to an adventure that we didn’t expect… First, Li Zhen Harry Danny Forest and I headed to New City Supermarket. Apparently there was a fight to get shotgun that was quite interesting in its own right… The ride was filled with conversations where accusations about who liked what girl were flying abound, and I started to wonder what have I done…heh. Bought stuffs at the market, then off to Wholesale for more groceries, where Danny and Forest decided to bring a ton of liquids back home, hence space in the car was at a premium. Everyone (except me, of course) had at least 25 pounds of liquids on their lap… That was relieved after a short trip to Sports National and then Li Zhen’s place, where we offloaded 2 people…excellent start, I’d say. And then things went downhill from there…literally…well, you know, the drive off of the apartment was a downhill one…
The plan for the rest of the day was to play squash and go home. We went to Conestoga to get Forest a squash racquet, which he did. We came back to Li Zhen’s place again, since both Harry and Li Zhen left stuffs in my car…oops. We then offload stuffs at Danny’s place, then Forest’s place…when we got to my place, however, I was thinking that I should take a closer parking spot, so I went for it…and got stuck in the snow. And nothing that the three of us have done could get the car out of it. My front wheels were grinding on the ice and some card boards, and that wasn’t good. We were desperate and depressed. I could only pray, and then started a futile attempt to chip the ice near the wheel. Eventually called Ed for help, and he brought 5 (!) brothers here. With the seven of them, they pushed the car out after a few more tries, and that was a major relief. Wow…that was just an incredible display of love within brothers in Christ…I almost cried, but didn’t… It was simply an overwhelmingly amazing moment to see this happen.
Backing away from the pseudo tearjerker, we finally offloaded my stuffs and went to PAC for some squashing, adding Jessie to the mix. This would be the second time I’ve played this year, and of course I sucked… I think the goal for the entire thing was to beat Forest somehow…heh. I was in terrible shape (as always), so I kept needing to rest and stuff. I have to say, I really don’t like squash at all…but for the sake of being physically active, what other choice do I have? (Well, choices that are not blocked by God, that is.) I invited the squashers to a dumpling dinner at my place, which was nice, but really, I still think a generation gap exists between myself and this group of youngsters. But, I think they accepted me, so I can’t complain. Sent them home afterwards, and that ended this crazy day. I’m grateful to God for everything that happened.