Moving to Blenheim
December 28th 2010 01:08
My wife and I began to get an urge to go to Blenheim. After much prayer, we got a peace to go. This time I was not to keen on selling anything. Instead, the idea of giving things away to needy people played on my mind. Hine liked the idea as well. There were some very happy and blessed people when we left town.
Because of a welding accident finding work in my trade as a motor body builder was often hard. To date most of my employment had been in industrial kitchens. Amongst these were two different McDonald’s restaurants. I phoned the one in Blenheim that just so happened to have a vacancy. The owner operator checked up on me from other places I had worked. One told him he was a mug if he did not give me a job.
We said our goodbyes and drove away to Wellington to catch the ferry across Cook Strait. Before doing so, I passed on the information as to where our son’s could find some watercress and how far up the river they needed to go. The crossing took nearly four hours. Once on the other side it was great to be back in the South Island.
I called into the restaurant to do the paperwork. In two days time I was due to start. As we were driving around town, looking for accommodation the car broke down in the main street. Being a member of the Automobile Association has its advantages but it still did not stop me from crying out to the Lord.
While waiting for the AA to come my wife went for a walk to get something for lunch. By the time she got back, I was no longer there. The garage we went to had to wait a day for some parts to arrive. I walked back to look for Hine who by now was getting worried.
As we still had nowhere to stay, we walked back to the garage to ask if we could sleep in our car. One of the mechanics had a campervan that he let us use. She had brought a precooked chicken with the last of our money.
Some wages was due but I did not know how much. To our amazement, there was enough to pay the account at the garage. By now, both cell phones were flat. We went down to the railway station and sold some of our possessions at a car boot sale. We now had enough to stay in some temporary accommodation until something permanent came available.
The next morning I started work. In time, we found a church that had interpreters for the deaf. My wife began to get excited, as this was a real treat for her. We stayed here nearly three years.
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