Ignoring my instincts, I went to Jiffy Lube this morning for an oil change. In and out in 10 minutes, it was great! I got on the highway to head back to the city when I heard a loud crashing noise emanating from beneath my car. F&$%!
I pulled over to discover the bottom casing of my car had fallen out. However, Fate was smiling at me. The pickup truck behind me also pulled over and its driver happened to be the owner of a tow truck company. He quickly pieced my broken car back together and escorted me to Jiffy Lube. Since Jiffy Lube said they were not responsible, the man kindly offered to fix my car himself.
With an unusual amount of blind faith I followed the man to his shop and watched as he screwed a few bolts into my car. He said normally when he tries to help people, they are too scared to get out of their car. That left me wondering, is our society so crime-ridden that we are scared to accept help from a Good Samaritan? I was fortunate to meet a kind gentleman on the road but even as I followed behind him, I found myself calling my boyfriend giving him a blow-by-blow of my location.
Needless to say, I was lucky. I am perfectly safe and my car is bolted back together. If it wasn’t for my Good Samaritan, I would have been stranded on the side of the road on a hot day. In gratitude, I promised to design a logo for his business. My friend said “it may have been his lucky day as well.” ; )
May we all have angels standing by.