Umm...Here looks good, I guess...

So this past week it was just me and the boys, Joel was out of town for a training class. On Wednesday, I got out of work a little early. I stopped at the store real quick, then was on my way to pick up Adrian and then Marsel. I was driving on I-595. (If you don't know 595, it's a pretty busy highway. And I was going with the heavy evening traffic.) So anyway, I get off at my exit and I had to make a right to go north. At this light, there is a dedicated right turn lane, so you don't have to stop at the light. So I start to slow down to make the turn, AND I have no breaks. Not freaking out at this point, I'm pumping them and not getting too much. So I'm coming up on the turn quick and I have to turn, AND then I have no steering. Still not completely freaking out. (I have no idea how I held it together!) I managed to turn the wheel enough to make it around the corner and not hit the light pole that was in front of me. And as I made the corner, I pulled the emergency break. (I was so totally impressed with my brain that it remembered that there was one. And I used it in time.) There is a canal that runs along the road here. So as soon as you go around the corner, you're on a bridge. Not a big one. Looking at it, it looks pretty much flat. You would never even notice the slight incline, unless that it if you're trying in vain to push your car, by yourself over it. Yeah that was me. I totally pissed the lady of in the car behind. But what could I do. Car wasn't going any where. So here I am pushing with everything I have. Which isn't a lot to begin with. I would get it to move ever so slightly, and then it would role right back. So like it 30 seconds I as sweating like I was running the Boston Marathon. (Yeah, right!) So cars are going around me and I'm still trying, getting absolutely no where. At this point, I'm pushing too hard to think about what to do next. So finally these 2 older guys pull over and help. They pushed it up so I was in a small emergency lane. So then I stop and start to think, ok now what. Joel is out of town. Even if he could leave now, it would take him 4 hours to get here. And really what is he going to do? I thought about my mom, but she was at work and it's not very close. So I was trying to think who else could I call? I sent a text message to co-worker who lives close to where I was to see if they could help. But no. I went through my entire phone book, trying to think of some one. And after Joel and Mom the 2 people I would have turned too, Chrissy and Kate don't live here. Both are farther away than Joel was. So I called my mom and she said she would pick up the boys and then get me. In the mean time, I'm sitting up a tree. Joel just happened to send me a text message. So I send back, "Stuck on Hiatus, Jeep broke." His reply was, "Ya right! You're kidding." And to that I said, "Why would I kid about this! Lost steering and breaks." So when he called after making sure I was ok, and hearing my whole story, he said to just call and have it towed. So I did. And it's been sitting in the drive since. I know God was co-pilot, for many reasons. 1.) It didn't happen 2 mins. before when I was still on 595. 2.) There wasn't a car in front of me. I think I would have totally freaked out then. 3.) And the boys weren't with me. Needless to say, I was wore out that night!
This was my view from under the tree. There's the Jeep to the right. I was sitting under a tree on one of the concrete barriers they use for constructions, it was turned on it's side, so I could sit with my feet up. And there were those orange plastic things preventing anyone from driving on the grass along side the canal. And you can kinda see the overpass for 595 in the back. You totally couldn't see me from the road.