When Your Box Falls Apart

Our home on wheels has two doors. The front door has storage
compartments. You can get in that way but it would be quite a climb.
There is no inside handle on the front door. The entrance door is
about midway back. It may help to know this.

We came back to the BoggsMobile after lunch a couple of weeks ago
and the door wouldn't open. The bolt lock was unlocked and the latch
pulled but the door would not open. I lifted Kelly Jo up into the
front door and she tried the latch from inside and it wouldn't open.
Something was broke inside the door and you can't take it apart from
inside the bus.

If the latch had broken while we were all inside we would have been
stuck! Kelly Jo would have been going out the window. I was able to
take the latch apart from the outside and get the door open. I didn't
have time to take the door apart and I knew I couldn't buy that latch
at WalMart or Lowe's.

We arrived at Prevost in Nashville this afternoon and I took off
the inside of the door. The latch was busted and Prevost had one in
stock so I closed my eyes and bought it. I am so mechanically
UNinclined it's not funny but I had it tore apart so my options were
few. I waded in to see if it could be done.

Earlier I was looking for a tool inside and picked up a cardboard
box we keep in a drawer that has a little bit of everything. The box
fell apart in my hands and all the contents went to the floor. Wire
nuts, staples, tape, screws, washers, screwdrivers, pliers, tape
measure, hammer, rope, flashlights wire ties and on and on and on. You
get the idea? All of it went to the floor. All over the floor!

I found what I needed and began to install the new latch. I had to
put on a very small nut on a hard to reach place and I had no tool to
put it tighten it. I could not get it on. Just as I was about to give
up I remembered something I saw in the junk all over the floor.

It was a very small crescent wrench a good brother gave me years
ago as part of an object lesson. I forgot the object lesson long ago
and had no idea where the wrench was until the box fell apart in my
hands and the contents spilled all over the floor.

I could not have finished the job without the box falling apart. So
the next time you feel like crying or quitting when things fall apart.
Stop. You may find just what you need in the contents of that broken
box!

By the way, I did get the door fixed!
Davy