I attempted to do new things. Things I wanted to do but never got the chance to. No, its not any of those typical things like taking solo trips to exotic locations, or trying out sushi.
It was a something I would bring up but was often told that someone would be around to help me. When I told dad what I wanted to do that afternoon, he expressed shock. Laughed a little too. But I didn’t let that deter me and insisted that he helps. My father is quite advanced in age and has a visual impairment but I was determined to learn from him. I grabbed his chair, set it near the site of work to be done and explained to him how the whole situation would work.
This was my first attempt at changing a tyre. Dad continued to make fun of me for not knowing how to change a tyre. In my defence, he didn’t teach me how to do it 🤷🏿♀️
Everything was going so well, I was proud of myself. But there was one thing I overlooked, the locknut. It requires a special key to fit into the grooves whenever you need to loosen or tighten it. Saying that I sweated is an understatement. I sweated bullets and blood!
While the attempt at tyre changing failed miserably, I was proud to have given it a go. The mechanics who finally did it gave me great pointers for the next time I try it ☺
“The doer alone learneth.” –Friedrich Nietzsche
Miss Monjeza 