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| The Kindness of Strangers... |
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You know, there are days when I think to myself, "Wow, good people DO still exist." I'll admit, I don't think that all too often these days. But, last week I had one of one of those elusive "good people" days. 
I was doing my crazy Monday 85 mile commute into work (dropping the kids off at their dad's house before heading into the DC metro area), totally minding my own business, keeping up with traffic on I-95 (which was running at or above posted speed, for a change), when I heard a loud "POP" sound. I knew I hadn't hit a pothole, and there wasn't any debris on the road. I pulled off to the shoulder of the interstate to see what was up. As I got over to the passenger side of my SUV, I heard a loud "hisssssssssssss" sound. Uh, oh...that could only mean that my tire would be dead VERY soon.
Like an idiot, I got back onto the interstate to get off at the next exit, because I did not want to try to change a flat tire on I-95 during the peak of rush hour. By the time I got a few miles down the road and into a "safe" spot in a parking lot, my tire was as flat as a pancake...more like a crepe, actually. Ugh!!
I didn't panic. After all, I'm an intelligent, capable woman. I felt certain that I could follow the directions on how to change a flat tire. (For those of you who don't know, those directions are actually printed in the owner's manual of your vehicle, which is probably burried under countless oil change receipts, old napkins, and left-over packs of ketchup from your trips to McDonalds last year...before you made that New Year's Resolution to eat healthy.) 
Well, changing the tire proved harder than I thought...only because I couldn't get past the 3rd or 4th step, which was getting the leather cover off my rear-mounted spare. UGH!! That was CRAZY.
About 10 minutes into my ordeal...after I'd gotten out the owner's manual, found the jack and its assorted accessories, and began to attempt unzipping the spare tire cover, I did what any strong, intelligent woman would do...I called my dad. LOL He wasn't really any help, because he was too far away to come rescue me. So, then I did what any capable woman would do...I called a friend of mine who lives in the area, waking him up. hehehehee After I'd thoroughly woken him up, I kept up my attempts to take charge of the situation, because I'm not one to just sit around idly, waiting for help to arrive.
Then, out of nowhere came my knight in shining armour. Ok, so he wasn't really a knight. He was more like a state road crew worker. And the only thing shining about him was his bald head.  But, nevertheless, he was there to rescue me, so I'm not going to complain. LOL
Within just a few minutes, he had the tire changed. I thanked him SEVERAL times, then proceded on my way. I have to say that I've been fortunate enough to NEVER have actually had to change my own flat tire. For whatever reason, I-95 seems to kill my tires. In the past 2 years, I've had 2 flat tires on that road. The first time it happened, a MdTA worker rescued me at 1 a.m. This time, I managed to get myself off the actual highway, and another person helped me. While I feel confident that I would've eventually conquered the art of tire changing, I'm glad that I was able to rely on the kindness of strangers to help me out in a bind.
I've been very blessed that God seems to keep bringing the right people into my path when I'm in a crisis. |
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| Praise the Lord Deborah, seriously...praise the Lord. Hey, I'm excited to read your first blog entry! ~mike |
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