rts_fox (rts_fox) wrote in tellthetruth, @ 2018-10-02 13:56:00 |
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A doctor is well versed in the knowledge of how to heal and repair the human body, at least to the best of their ability, but what are not is a mechanic or engineer. Shane was neither of things, not in a past life, nor in his present and as he stood before his truck with the hood raised and his gaze turned downward he could not but sigh heavily as coolant leaked from his radiator or what he hoped was a radiator. The man did not speak car lingo, he had been raised by a lawyer and a middle school librarian, and while most boys would have opted for woodshop or automotive, Shane preferred biology and genetics which landed him square in study hall to add to the building blocks and foundation that his science teachers had created within him. Most children dream of red and blue swirling lights with loud sirens, fire engines and dancing flames that they can ecstinguish with a single shot from a hose, or the stars above and floating amongst them as you moon jump, or something equally exciting. The mind of a child always leans into adventure and the fantasy of being a hero. Shane's definition of a hero and and an adventure had little to do with charging into fire ridden buildings or hanging out amongst the heavens above and everything to do with saving lives, for that was definition of a grand adventure. The job wasn't glamorous, nor was it holding a human heart in your hands and feeling the life force return to it, from time to time Shane would find himself groaning inwardly as some idiot waltzed into the hospital with a bannister railing through their chest simply because they refused to hire a professional and took the remodeling of their home into their own hands. Or a drug addict who would do their best to fight with every one on hospital grounds in order to acquire a fix, or the hypocondriac who begged for surgeries as a means of correcting whatever was broken within them. Those were the tough days, but even still, Shane adored every minute of it and could not imagine himself carrying on another profession. As he stood before his vehicle, a sticky green substance dripping onto the asphalt of the hospital parking lot Shane knew what his next move was and he only hoped that the nearest automechanic shop was still open at such a late hour. The mark of a true wise man was when one could admit to their short comings and put their pride aside in order to ask for help, and so as Shane shut the hood on his truck, closing off what he considered to be the great abyss he reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone. Twenty minutes later a tow truck appeared on the horizon and though the drive to the mechanic shop was silent for the most part Shane knew that he'd made the right call about biting his tongue on reminding the guy that smoking was bad for his health. Stepping foot into the mechanic's office Shane shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and glanced around the tiny family owned shop, while noting official documents on the walls and the aging vending machine in the corner of the room while waiting for the dark haired guy with grease covered hands to finish cleaning up so that they might discuss the condition of his vehicle and the plans for repair, as well as cost. Shane knew that his truck might have a cracked radiator, thanks to a quick google search while waiting for the tow truck, but unfortunately he did not know just how severe the matter was, or what other damage may have occured as a result of said crack. |