I Should Be Worried

I was driving up my washed out driveway to my house that the Sheriff is auctioning off Tuesday and the car slid creating a big thud in the front of the car. My boys and I finally got to the top to find all my transmission fluid covering the rocks and mud.
I hurriedly crawled under the car to find a hole in the bottom of my transmission pan.
"It's ok. I can fix it!" I hollered to my worried middle son.
The boys walked into the house and I stood outside, in silence to collect my thoughts. Instead of the usual thoughts one would think in this situation, I thought of gratitude.
Thank God, I know how to fix my car's damage.
Thank God, it wasn't worse.
I thought of the fact that I would be spending most of my weekend under my car. To be honest, I love working on my car and I find myself working on it often. My Dad once suggested I open my own Chevy Cavalier repair shop.
I walked into my house thinking things can be rough but I was at peace knowing I would walk out of this with a sense of gratitude and empowerment.