Thursday, September 07, 2006
Thank You, Rescuers!
Hi, everybody, Carla Rading here. As of this past Tuesday, I wasn't sure if I'd have anything to blog about this week. Then fate intervened. I was on my way home from Coeur d'Alene Tuesday night. I had met my friend Lisa Warren over there to try a new Mexican restaurant. Which, by the way, was fabulous. Best cheese enchiladas I've had in a long time. Anyway, Lisa lives just outside of town and had already left when I started home. Alone.
By the time I reached the outskirts of Kanner Lake, my car started vibrating really bad. Flat tire. Ugh. I've never changed a tire in my life. Fully intending to call triple A, I couldn't get a signal on my phone. Which we really do need to do something about. That stretch of road outside Kanner Lake is such a dead area. We need a few more cell towers. But that's another story.
So there I was, late at night, all alone. I was more than a little skittish when a sedan pulled up behind me. With all the stuff going on lately, I've already been a little on edge. As a man in his mid forties approached the car, I made sure my doors were locked. I rolled my window down a crack. He asked if I had already called for help, or if I'd like him to take care of the tire for me. I didn't know what to do. Common sense says never talk to strange men on a deserted road. Let alone tell him my phone couldn't get a signal.
He must have seen the fear on my face, because he smiled and waved to someone in his car. Great. Two of them. Once I could see who was walking up, I realized it must be his wife. He said he understood my hesitance and wanted me to know his wife was with him. If I wanted to stay in the car I could pop my trunk and he'd take care of the tire. What could I say? I didn't have many options at this point. While he worked, his wife and I talked. Said they had two daughters. Late teens. Both driving on their own, now. When her husband saw my little compact car and saw that I was alone, he said he'd hope someone honest would do the same for one of their girls if they ever broke down. I tried to offer them some cash, but he'd have none of it. I wish I'd have thought to get their names. I've never seen them before, but I thought on the off chance they read this blog, they'd know how thankful I am. So thank you to the kind man and his wife. After all we (Kanner Lake residents) have been through lately, you showed me there are still trustworthy people left in this world.
Have a great rest of the week everybody, and if you get the chance to do something nice for someone, I hope you will.
Wonder what happened.
I got the answer. Carla, get together with Frank. He's, what, only a few years younger? It'd be two singles down with one blow.
Burt. So not funny. We singles aren't a set of mismatched socks to be bundled together in a drawer.
I had the same thing happen to me once on a back road...only for me it was something funky with my gas tank. Man and his wife. He pulled up in front of me and turned on the dome light inside the car so I could see it was the 2 of them. The wife got out first and approached to reassure me. The man went for gas while the wife and I chatted and they didn't take a dime for it.
Good people *do* still exist, they're just harder to find because of the few ne'er-do-wells.
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