It was around 9pm. It was Monday night. It was freezing cold. I went outside. I unlocked my car. I inserted a key into the ignition. I was ready. Then, my car didn’t start. I must say, I felt like shit. My battery was dead. Well, it was not dead because it had enough power to unlock my car from my trusty remote. It had enough power to turn my lights and radio! Within 20 minutes, I experienced all emotional journey. Stage 1: denial. I rejected the idea my battery was dead and thought, “this cannot happen to my RAV4 because it’s Japanese car!!! My car is so different from crappy American cars!!!” Then, stage 2: anger. After several unsuccessful attempts to start my car, I was pissed. I was so pissed, “What the hell!! Why this has to happen right now! Why me! I am a great guy. I recycle all the time!! And c’mon! I don’t eat meat!!” After realizing pissing off didn’t really help the situation, Stage 3: bargaining. I prayed. I asked god for help, “oh, please. Just let me start my car! Just one more time! I will be extra careful and I will drive my car everyday (I left my car over the weekend even though it was super ultra cold)! I will even take my car for check-up!!” But, I realized I don’t really believe in god. So, Stage 4: depression, “My car is dead. There is nothing I can do. My pillow will get wet from all my tears tonight!!” But, of course, I had no time to depress. Final stage: acceptance, “Alright, I gotta do something to help my gummpy (my car’s name…). I think I just need a jump. It will be ok. Let’s call Marc.” So, I called Marc, and well, he wasn’t much of help. Then, I called couple friends, but they didn't have jump cable. Then, I kinda gave up for that night. Well, I got a jump today, and my car is fine. I am taking my car for check-up tomorrow, and I have a strong feeling the car battery needs to be replaced. But, that’s ok because I called my dad, and I have my dad’s permission to use his credit card to buy new car battery! Tee-hee!