Good Samaritans and Entertaining Angels

While traveling to visit my sisters in Georgia, I had an interesting experience.  About a half hour outside of my destination my tire sensor came on in my car telling me that one of my tires was low. Of course, I was in the middle of nowhere. No gas stations, stores or restaurants anywhere. Not even a place to pull over off the highway.

I finally made it to the next small town after multiple panicky phone calls to my husband trying to figure out what to do.  So I pulled into this shady looking, rinky dink gas station and debated about what I should do.  Should I call roadside service who I would be waiting on for a while as the sun is going down or do I get brave and go in the gas station store and ask someone to help me?

On my way into the store, I decided to go with plan C and ask a clean cut, nice looking man who pulled up in a blue convertible Mustang if he would be so kind as to help me change my tire.  Fortunately, I made the right decision.

He assessed the situation and discovered my spare tire was flat too. He introduced himself and showed me his ID as a corrections officer. Then he offered to take both tires to his house a couple miles away and pump air in them and possibly patch them. What choice did I have but to let him.  So I did. I waited in the parking lot feeling really awkward. Before he left though,  he summoned the sheriff from across the parking lot to keep an eye on me and asked the station attendant to put a camera on me.  That made me feel a little safer. So as I waited about 25 minutes for him, I chatted on the phone with my daughter, Katy. I thought if I was talking on the phone, maybe I wouldn’t look so vulnerable or desperate.

When he came back,  he had to put the spare tire on as the other tire had a cut in it.  I offered to pay him for his time time but he wouldn’t take any money.  He told me, “In my Bible it talks about entertaining angels…”. Blah, blah , blah… Then he proceeded to tell me his story.  He was ex-military, had spent 30 years in law enforcement until 1993 when he was shot 2 times in the head with a shotgun while trying to save some children from a burning house that their father was trying to burn down with them in it. He said the Lord had been good to him since then. He also owned a body shop and 7 vehicles.

I thanked him profusely. He gave me his cell phone number in case I broke down again and I was on my way. I made it safely there.

This experience was truly a ” God thing”.  God is good, all the time!
All the time, God is good!

About theneatandeatlife

Wife, Mother of 3, Nana to one beautiful grandson, Early Childhood Professional, Lover of dogs (especially dachshunds), Professional Organizer, Musician and now a small business owner of Pellows-handmade pillows. I firmly believe in my tag above, that everyone has something to offer the world and after being on this planet for over half a century, I’d like to share my offerings.
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