Firstly, I want to thank God for allowing us to retrieve our house keys which dropped into the car.
It happened when I took the keys out from my pocket and wanting to put into one of the compartments near the 'cigarette hole' - the socket that allows you to charge your handphone battery. It was amazing that after sitting in my Father-in-law's car for the last one month, I did not realize that, that particular compartment is hollow. :S :S :S :S :S :S so that's where I dropped my keys into. To make matters worse, Adrian didn't bring the house keys. If we don't retrieve it, we won't be able to go back to home.....
We tried everything. I tried putting my hand into the tiny hole but it didn't work. *big sigh* Adrian went to buy some wires and tried to hook it back up, to no avail... sad :(
Finally we drove from Bras Basah to Defu Lane to find help from the mechanic. On my way there, I prayed but I was frustrated... what a test... The mechanic pulled up the rubber that concealed the gear box, asked us to try and look into it to see if the keys are there... I couldn't see anything but grease... Adrian also couldn't see anything but he used his hands and try to feel for the keys underneath... and ta daaaaaaaaaa... my house keys were retrieved.
Thank God for being with us. This experience has caused us to want to put a pair of spare keys at my in-law's place.
I wish I can forget what getting frustrated is like... to feel frustration is not a good feeling.. maybe I should just forget about getting frustrated if next time i feel like getting frustrated.
It happened when I took the keys out from my pocket and wanting to put into one of the compartments near the 'cigarette hole' - the socket that allows you to charge your handphone battery. It was amazing that after sitting in my Father-in-law's car for the last one month, I did not realize that, that particular compartment is hollow. :S :S :S :S :S :S so that's where I dropped my keys into. To make matters worse, Adrian didn't bring the house keys. If we don't retrieve it, we won't be able to go back to home.....
We tried everything. I tried putting my hand into the tiny hole but it didn't work. *big sigh* Adrian went to buy some wires and tried to hook it back up, to no avail... sad :(
Finally we drove from Bras Basah to Defu Lane to find help from the mechanic. On my way there, I prayed but I was frustrated... what a test... The mechanic pulled up the rubber that concealed the gear box, asked us to try and look into it to see if the keys are there... I couldn't see anything but grease... Adrian also couldn't see anything but he used his hands and try to feel for the keys underneath... and ta daaaaaaaaaa... my house keys were retrieved.
Thank God for being with us. This experience has caused us to want to put a pair of spare keys at my in-law's place.
I wish I can forget what getting frustrated is like... to feel frustration is not a good feeling.. maybe I should just forget about getting frustrated if next time i feel like getting frustrated.
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