Positive in Puddles

Saturday was set to be a busy one. My husband was gone all day at a Quiz Bowl tournament for school. My son had a soccer game at 10:30. My daughter and I were attending a ladies' tea at 2, with the son off to stay with a friend. Everything was scheduled and set, ready to go.
​Only one problem.

When my son took his laundry out to the garage, he came running back quickly. "Mom! The garage is flooding!"
Not what anyone wants to hear ... ever. But especially not on an already overscheduled busy day when you're the only adult at home. I rushed out to see and he wasn't wrong. A huge puddle spanned the space in front of my washer and dryer. My first thought was the washing machine had somehow decided to kill itself after all these years--not that we'd used it in a few days.
On closer inspection, though, the water wasn't coming from the washing machine. It dripped steadily down the side of the hot water tank. The hot water tank that we'd been praying would survive until next spring when we could save up the money to replace it. The 21-year-old hot water tank.
Our plans tend to not always happen when we want them to. I called a couple places until I found a plumber who could meet me after the soccer game. Yep. We needed a new hot water tank. And several other new pieces and parts too. Of course.
I could've wallowed in self-pity. Could've cried, maybe. But it wouldn't have done me any good.
Instead, I let my friend know I wouldn't be dropping my friend off at her house. Called another to come pick up my daughter to take to the tea. And I settled in for an afternoon at home.
Half an hour after the tea party was set to start, my friend showed up at my front door, told me to get dressed for the tea party, and chased me out. She stayed with my son and the plumber and made sure I still got at least part of the afternoon I'd been looking forward to.
Another sweet sister in Christ at the tea party handed me a check before she left, wanting to help with part of it.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I don't know how people live without a church family. Y'all. Things could've been so much worse.
For one, my hot water tank didn't explode. And we caught it before any really big damage happened.
For two, I might not have been able to find a plumber so fast, but I did. And he had what he needed to fix things. Even discovered things weren't quite as bad as he'd worried--the pressure was great. 
For three, I have such an awesome support system through friends and church family. I'm never in this life alone even when it feels like it sometimes.
So, am I thrilled to have a new hot water tank? I'm not unhappy to have more reliable hot water, though I could've wished for different timing. But am I happy to be reminded of the blessings surrounding me each and every day? It's always good to remember the blessings.
So, despite the puddles, there were a lot of positives too.
​What's something you've had happen where you discovered almost as many positives as puddles?