An Ordinary Hero

 It has been two and a half years since I started driving. I do get around when I need to, but I wouldn't call myself a confident driver. I am the most comfortable driving in our suburb, with its wide roads and ample parking spaces. But the weather was just so great and I was itching to get outside. So I ventured to Westfield shopping centre.

 I left the house nice and early to avoid crowded parking, which is my biggest fear. But while I was driving there, the radio host announced that it was 'the first day of school holidays'. Oh no. I had a feeling that the shopping centre would be more crowded than I was prepared for. As I anticipated, the car park was pretty full. But lucky me, a car just pulled out of the parking spot in front of me. I hurriedly indicated right and attempted a front in parking. I couldn't quite make it on one go, so reversed a bit and tried again. I got in alright, but was very close to the post on my right. In fact the back door was nearly touching it. I tried reversing but that only made me even closer to the post. Crap. I was stuck. I decided to enjoy shopping first and worry about getting out of the parking space later. But after an hour of shopping, I couldn't suppress the nagging stress of my stuck car. I thought I'll just get it over and done with.

 While I was walking back to my car, I prayed earnestly that God would save me from this disaster somehow. Maybe the car parked infront of me would be gone so I could get out that way instead of reversing out. But fat chance of that happening in a crowded parking lot. When I got to my car, it was as stuck as I had left it. I slowly put Hazzy in his car seat and packed the pram away in the trunk. A car was waiting for me to leave. I felt like telling the person that she was better off finding another spot because I was going to be here for a while. I took a deep breath and got in the car. I turned on the engine and tried to reverse. I couldn't do it. It was too close. I was about to give up and get out of the car when out of nowhere, a man stood infront of my car and instructed me to turn the wheel all the way to the left and drive forward. He was a middle-aged, non-English speaking, Asian man, but looked like a superhero in my eyes. He guided me through the whole ordeal and like magic, I was able to get freed from captivity. He smiled and waved at me as I shouted out thank you. I decided this ordinary hero definitely deserved a blog post. So here I am, after two weeks of absence, writing about today's traumatic experience. I hope we all can be ordinary heros the next time we see somebody in need of a helping hand.

All this drama, for a $2 rubber ducky for Hazzy