Earlier this week, my neighbor called me.
“Sheri, there’s water coming out from your garage door. Are you home?”
No, I wasn’t home. It was also rush hour, that time of day when you can double the time it takes you to arrive anywhere.
“If you are okay with it, I’d like to call my plumber.”
You know it’s not good when your neighbor is eager to call a plumber on your behalf.
“The water from your garage is spilling onto my side.
Fortunately, the plumber (Daniel Barrientos—professional and informative) arrived within 30 minutes of receiving my neighbor’s call.
In order to determine the problem (broken PVC pipes) and implement a solution (new PEX pipes), I would need to go without water for 24 hours.
Going sans water for any amount of time is challenging, but not having water in the midst of a pandemic after working outside both that day and the next, well…let’s just say I wasn’t looking forward to the experience.
Yet losing access to water offered me two unexpected gifts: knowledge and appreciation. Here’s what I learned in those LONG 24 hours:
- A toilet requires A LOT of water in order to flush (1.6 gallons per flush—Source: SFGATE).
- PVC pipes are inexpensive and easy to work with, but they can only be used for cold water
- PEX pipes are extremely versatile and temperature tolerant (Source: Olympus Insurance)
- The PVC pipes on my home were repaired several times before by the previous owner, though never actually replaced
When the water finally, blessedly was turned back on 24 hours later, I started singing, literally singing. There was water to cook with, bathe with, wash my hands with, make coffee with, clean with—it was HEAVEN ON EARTH!
Did I want to experience 24 hours without fresh running water? Absolutely not. But the appreciation I felt after that first shower was a true gift. Washing my hands under running water was a gift. Throwing clothing into my laundry machine to wash felt luxurious. Blow drying my clean, soap-scented hair felt amazing and hearing the steady hum of the dishwasher once again rendered me on top of the world.
Maybe you are reading this considering a metaphorical or literal “broken pipe” in your own life. Sometimes, it’s the broken pipe that helps you feel whole again. Sometimes, we need to lose something in order to recall its invaluableness.
Our perception of life creates our reality. Prior to the broken pipes, I took water for granted, didn’t even notice it. It was only in its absence that I felt parched on every level for it; only with the limited supply in my drawn bathtub that appreciation for it grew.
Losing water, if only for a mere 24 hours, raised my appreciation for it tenfold. When we appreciate something, we are dwelling in a happy space.
Wishing you a deep and far appreciation of this life and all of its gifts.
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Thank you, Cathey!