I was driving to work early this morning, as is my custom more days than not, and took my usual exit off of I-40 at Fayetteville Road. The ramp bends up and over the freeway to get to the mall and there’s a traffic signal just before the bridge. As I came up the hill I saw two cars in front of me, one in either lane and both with their flashers on. The car in my lane had seen better days. Through the back window I could see a woman sitting in the driver’s seat. A man had gotten out of the SUV in the other lane and was beginning to push the small car out of the way, though he was having some trouble because there was still a bit of an incline. I pulled my Jeep over to the side, jumped out of my car, and hit the back of the woman’s car running to give us a little momentum.
“Big Man!” exclaimed my pushing partner, and we both laughed as we got the car off to the shoulder as well. I reached to shake his hand, but he met me instead with a giant hug. “Thank you, Big Man,” he said. “We did good.” We were both smiling as we went back to our cars and on with our lives.
It was a good day.
Peace,
Milton
You never know when an opportunity to be of service will be presented and in what special way.
“do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can” John Wesley