Beautiful While It Lasted

Ruby, my wife, happened to be the driver this day, and she decided it would be well to stop at the grocery store for a few articles.  She left me with the keys and I decided this would be a good time to sit back and relax and listen to my new disc.  It was the Scots Guards military brass and pipe bands playing alternately.  I turned the volume up to a nice comfortable level and was thoroughly enjoying the music, which soon lulled me off to sleep with its soothing music.  It was about 20 minutes before Ruby returned.

I was abruptly awakened because the music suddenly stopped.  Ruby had reached in and turned off the key.  She said, “How could you sleep with all that noise?”  I said, “It was easy.”

Then, Ruby turned the key to start the engine and there was only a clicking sound.  There was no need to panic, however.  I quickly realized that the Lord would come to our rescue.  So I asked Ruby to release the hood and trunk latches.  I got the cable jumpers, then opened the hood.  I connected the cable jumpers and thoughtfully draped them over the engine and down the right side of the car in the direction of the neat pick-up truck next to us. 

I waited only a few moments, and a young fellow appeared.  The first thing he did, was to raise his hood and begin connecting my cables to his battery.  I didn't even need to ask him, because it was obvious that I needed a boost.

Soon our motor was running perfectly, and that’s when I told the young fellow what had happened.  I said, “I was only having a good listen to the Scots Guards playing their military music.  The Brass Band alternated with the Pipes and Drums".  “Ah yes,” he said.  “That will do it every time.  It would take a lot of juice to play that music.”

After seeing that Ruby got home, I drove to Canadian tire.  A new battery was installed in half an hour.  The desk clerk asked how it was that my battery ran dry and I explained that I had only been listening to my CD playing the Scots Guards Pipes and Drums and the Brass Band.  He said he understood perfectly, “because that would require an extra mount of power.”  He was just one more person who understood the need for more juice in the battery for that kind of beautiful music. 

Next time, when I listen to those bands, I will assure that the motor is running just to be sure there will be enough juice in the battery.  Actually, I should listen to them in the quiet of my own home, because I’m likely to fall asleep again.