Blessings in disguise

It's no secret that life has moments of chaos, hardship, and loss.
Recently, my paid-off car completely broke down on me. Transmission = DEAD.
Super unfortunate! HOWEVER, this could not have happened at a better time.
As unfortunate as this epidemic is and how stir-crazy quarantine is making me feel, I could be under obligations that would make the need for me to get a car, immediate. I will be starting a new nanny job, that I can take my son with me too, which is a blessing in itself. However, it won't start until life returns to some sense of normalcy. Which will give my family the perfect amount of time to be ready to purchase a car. We also have moved in with family, which has become a tremendous blessing and sacrifice. We give up our privacy, combine three households, so we can combat debt and save for a house, and have the resources for a new vehicle. Not to mention the free childcare! My fiance's job has been awful since this epidemic began, the number of elective surgeries dropped, which would have put us in a financial bind if we didn't have family kind enough to share their home with us, and if we didn't humble ourselves enough to take the help. We also are very fortunate for the friends we have and the family. Through them, we have found a place to live, that someone is willing to hold for us, for an 8th of the price we were previously paying. We have been working so hard to get to a good place! It would be an understatement to say that I am so thankful to my God for the good and the bad. I would be lying if I didn't say that I'm more enthusiastic about the good! Nonetheless, sometimes bad things happen, but at least they happen at the right time.

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