Good Samaritan

I was coming home from a luncheon meeting in the city  when I saw the car on the side of the road.  As I passed by I saw the young lady on her cell phone.  I quickly rolled down my window and asked her if she needed any help.  I figured she wouldn’t because she was already calling someone.  

She looked helplessly at me and said “Yes”.  So I pulled off to the side of the road in front of her and got out.  I subconsciously thanked God that I had worn a very colorful outfit that day and there was no chance I would be hit by a car, at least not because I couldn’t be seen.  

As I looked into her car I could see her hands were shaking.  She said she was talking to her father.  
“Well, you need to call 611, which is roadside assistance,” I stated. 

She continued to talk to her father who apparently had not received the “Knight in Shining Armor” award.  

I looked at her hands shaking and quickly made the decision to take control.  “Alright I am going to go walk to my car and get my cell phone and I will call 611 ok?”

I quickly walked to my car and made the phone call alerting the man on the  line that there was a need for a policeman to be at the location where the car had stalled.  He said he would take care of it.  

So my next goal was to make sure that another car with a distracted driver did not rear end this girl’s car because if that happened she would have a lot more than just shaking hands to deal with.  So I stood by her car and while I kept waving other cars around her I began talking with her.  

“I am freaking out,” she said.  “My car just died and I have to get to work.”  

“Where do you work?”  I asked.  

“At the Kroger store,” she replied.

“Well, I shop there all of the time.  I tell you what, after the police man comes and we get your car taken care of I will drive you to work.  Call them and let them know what is going on so you don’t get fired.” 

She took care of that and she also told me that her Dad told her to get her car off of the side of the road.  
I am thinking “Wow, I don’t mean to judge, but  unless this man is paralyzed and can’t drive I haven’t got a lot of respect for him.   He doesn’t even know the first step to becoming a “Knight in Shining Armor.” 

Well I was still waving cars around the stalled car and making sure I waved vivaciously enough that anyone who had any sense would know to get in the other lane.

 Finally my complex reasoning skills came into play and I thought,”why don’t I just drive over the over pass and come around and park my car in back of her and turn on my hazard lights?”  (I know it took long enough for me to think of that one didn’t it?)  

So I informed the young lady of what my intention was and took off.  By the time I was back to where she was located, the police officer had come and a plan was in the works to get her car off of the side of the road.  

He said that he would push her car with his  and if she would steer it  she could park it in a parking lot that was next to the highway.  I would follow in my car with my hazard lights on for added protection.  

Well we did as planned.  We got the car off of the highway and she steered it into a conglomeration of businesses which all had parking lots.  For some reason it seemed that everyone and their distant cousin was going to Chik-fil-A for lunch.  I had never seen so many cars at that restaurant in my entire life and I wondered just what was going on.  It was hard to find a free parking space but she finally found one near a bank.  

She got in my car and we continued to talk.   I intentionally avoided the subject of her father.  (you know that saying if you can’t say anything good then just don’t say anything?)

Well I drove her to Kroger and she thanked me and offered me some money.  I could have used the money but I didn’t take it.  Somehow being paid for a good deed just didn’t seem right.  

That evening I turned on the television to watch the news which is something I hardly ever do.  I saw that Chik-fil-A had come out denouncing homosexual marriage.  I thought that was interesting and my mother called to say that she  was thrilled that finally Christians were starting to speak out on moral issues.  

It was the next morning that the thought came into my mind.  I don’t know if it was from God or not but it was just a thought.  “I wonder how many of those people were in such a hurry to get to Chik-fil-A to make a political statement that they passed right by the young lady who was terrified and didn’t even have a father who was man enough to help her.”  


Sandy – when fear turns into reality

Sandy – when fear turns into reality

As I look at the devastation that hurricane Sandy left in it’s wake I think back to my childhood trying to remember if I felt safer at that time.  I remember the drills that we went through in elementary school – hiding under the desk in case there was a nuclear attack.  I also remember pleading to God to stop the tornado that was coming straight for our farm house as I ran down the stairs to go to our storm cellar.  I recall being scared and praying  that I would not  have to sit right next to the boy who hatefully stated how “ugly” I was during lunch.  Then there was that one movie in which a woman with long red hair put her hand through a window.  At the end of that movie I decided  I hated red hair.  I also watched both of my bedroom windows, praying unceasingly, terrified that her bloody hand would break through. sure that she would kill me.  

No, my childhood was not without fear, yet it was devoid of devastation.  There was no nuclear war there was only fear of the possibility.  God must have heard my prayer regarding the tornado because it turned and hit a neighbor’s barn.  The nasty boy who called me ugly never did get assigned to sit by me at lunch and I don’t even remember why I cared what he thought about me.  I still don’t like red hair but that scary woman didn’t ever break any window in my childhood home.  

The devastation of Sandy though lingers in the fear and sorrow vaults of my memory.  The mother who lost her two sons, only 2 and 4 years old will never have their beautiful faces to kiss goodnight.  The lady in Staten Island who had her store ravished by flood waters will have a lot of work ahead of her to rebuild her business.  The woman on TV who looked so helpless when she said “I want to go home, but I have no home to go to,” lingers in my mind as a very painful memory.  

I can’t do anything but pray for these people.  I don’t have any extra money to fly out east to lend a hand and I can not contribute to any funds to help them.  All I can do is pray.  When I think about my childhood that is all I did back then and my fears never manifested into a reality.