It’s hard to describe the feeling you get when you are far away from home and you discover the blinking oil light on your car’s instrument panel…or the relief that arrives with the realization that you are right by the exit leading to a small city, it’s still daylight, and you, your spouse, and the dog could get a motel room if you needed to. Not bad—one curse and three blessings. But the blessings didn’t stop there.
We crept into town and turned in at
the first gas station. I checked the
dipstick. Bad news—the oil light was
telling the truth. A couple walked by
and we exchanged greetings. Art is a
truck driver and Irene drives the pilot car announcing the oversize cargo he is
hauling. He asked if everything was OK,
and I told our tale. We went inside the
station and discovered they didn’t have the oil I needed. Without hesitation, Irene said, “If you need
a ride over to Wal Mart, I’ll drive you there.”
She handed her keys to Art and he
took me to get oil. I thanked him and he
said that was how people were supposed to treat each other. I told him I agreed, but that it was still
nice when it happened. They would not accept
any payment. The oil temporarily solved
my problem, and we both thanked these kind people who were such blessings to us
that day.
Thanks
again Art and Irene!
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