I'm starting to think that I might be the world's first Roadside Assistance Ministry. You guessed it, another flat tire.
I had gone through the entire workday without really coming in contact with anyone. I was beginning to wonder if I would when, on my way home from my last job, I came across a guy in a Dodge minivan. His left front tire was flat, and he was stuck in the middle of an intersection.
I swung around and pulled in behind him. I turned on my flashers.
Now, this guy was a big, construction worker, type of guy. As I approached, I saw him throwing his leather tool bags from the back cargo area, to the back seat. He was cranking down the spare tire when I asked him if I could help. He turned to look at me and said, "I got it."
Lesson #2 - Some people don't want my help, or at least, don't want to admit that they need my help. For this guy, it was his male pride - no guy likes to admit that they need help. I realize that he was fully capable of changing a tire, but my help could get him on his way a little faster.
Afterall, he was blocking a major intersection.
I grabbed his jack and tire iron, and began loosening his lugs. He rolled his spare up and said under his breath, "This is perfect, the spare is flat." I told him that I have a compressor in my truck. I would fill his spare while he continued removing the flat.
In a matter of minutes, we had his spare on and he was on his way. He grunted out a, "Thanks, man." before he left.
I started laughing to myself as I was driving home. I thanked God that He gave me this situation, and I saw Him work through it. Yah, the guy was fully capable of changing his own tire, but if I wouldn't have stopped, he would have been in a bad situation with a flat spare. I wonder if the guy has put any thought into it. The best that I can hope for is that he went home to his wife, told her the story, and said, "Thank God this guy came along." It was a miracle. And God deserves the thanks for it.
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