We’ve all had one of “those” days: A day when some irrevocably terrible thing has happened and we want to write the day off as a disaster. Sometimes, we do just have to sleep on it and hope for a better tomorrow, but this post is about how those days, and even just some the ordinary ones, are transformed into something special. This post is a special thanks to ordinary people. We were faced with our first disaster when we were picking my parents and sister up at the airport. David and I had arrived at the airport and were waiting in the cell lot in my parent’s car, which was going to be big enough to fit all of their luggage. My parents called us to let us know their plane had landed and that they were still waiting on the runway. As David and I waited in the car listening to music, we heard our car go quiet and realized we had killed the battery. Sheepishly we knocked on car doors in the cell lot until we found a kind lady with jumper cables to start our car. We were thankful to hav...