Toilets and miracles

This must be the season of miracles. My miracle happened last Monday, after my toilet blew out. I took my toilet apart, thinking I would replace the parts myself. Well, as you noticed from my last post, I really needed help because I couldn't take this dang piece off the toilet tank (I drew it so you'd know which part I mean). It was so tight on there that I couldn't budge it at all. I tried everything and I got close to cracking the tank. I called all the plumbers in town, but no one returned my call. I felt pretty dejected and quite helpless. It is quite a serious matter when you only have one bathroom.

Then, I heard a car horn toot in my driveway. This strong-looking fellow with very kind eyes drove by the house and noticed that I have a cast iron tub in my garage and stopped to ask if I'd consider selling or refurbishing it because he does that sort of thing. I wasn't ready to refurbish it yet but we talked and I found out he's a plumber guy! I sheepishly asked if he'd take a look at my toilet and of course he said, "Sure!" After applying his plumbing know-how and with some difficulty, he got the part off!

What a wonderful thing to happen on the exact day, the exact minute, I needed help! Just before he left, A.J. (Angel James, as I call him) mentioned that he drives by my house often and never noticed the tub before, but he did that day. :)