Husband phoned me at work early this afternoon. His truck had died at an intersection of country roads. I hung up and told Alan, "I have to go," and hurried out of the office, with Alan calling behind me, "If you can't get back, we'll hold the fort."
I reached my marooned spouse in good time and we needed to get the truck out of the road. I got in and steered and Husband pushed. A passing driver stopped and ran over to help. When the vehicle was safely off to the side of the road, the man jumped back in his car and went on his way. The sheriff stopped on his way past to see if everything was all right. Husband told him, "I have a tow truck coming for it . . . it just stopped!"
"They'll do that," the sheriff said, smiled, and went on his way. I delivered Husband to his appointment and went back to work.
Mike had just helped Pete fix some glitch in Pete's computer.
Mike's vehicle wouldn't start and he needed to get to a class at three o'clock. Pete, whose work was finished, said he'd go get a burger to kill some time, and would come back and drive Mike to the class.
Husband called and said that neighbor Christopher had left a message on his cell phone. Chris had seen the truck on the shoulder of the road. "If you need some help, call me."
If a person never had things go wrong, he'd never find out how good and helpful people are.
Consider the Lilies . . .
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