I always prayed I would never be that person on the side of the road, tire blown, car unstartable, waiting for a wrecker to pick you and your car up while everybody else stared and whizzed past.Today it was a friend and I. We were in my friend's car. I thank God that when the tire blew, we didn't hit anyone else or the concrete wall on the left side of the interstate. When she finally slowed the car to a stop, I was literally shaking from an adrenaline surge, and I couldn't get out a word. It was really weird--every time I tried to say something, I just stuttered incoherently.
But not five minutes afterward, two really nice guys stopped and helped us. They were super sweet. We found that whatever had caused the tire to blow was something more serious because after they put on the spare, the car wouldn't start. They waited with us until the wrecker showed up, even after the cop came to investigate.
Anyway, I don't want to bog this post down with details. I'm glad none of us got hurt and that the situation wasn't worse than what it was, and that we both eventually got home safely. It's just that once again, God was there for me. For both of us. And now I know how it feels to be that person on the side of the road.
3 comments:
you're the type of person i drive by thinking, "i hope that doesn't happen to me."
i've stopped once to help someone, because they had out of town plates, looked apostolic, and it was during a convention at my church. it turns out, they were headed to calvary, so i got big kudos for being the calvary guy that stopped and helped the stranded visitors.
i did my good deed for the ... decade. i'm off the hook now, right?
So, I'm not the type you'd stop for, hm?
Is this some kind of subtle way of saying I don't look apostolic enough? ;-)
i realize now how bad that really sounded ...
but if i knew you listened to NPR, i probably wouldn't stop at all. although i'd definitely swerve.
;-)
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