She kind of took a little blogging hiatus, but if you go to her site, you will be smitten and want to read every post.
I had something identical happen to me that happened to her.
It was kinda creepy how identical it was.
Here’s her incident.
And, here’s mine.
I was driving home alone last night. It was late. I had stopped at Taco Bell for dinner for K Belle and me. It was the perfect end to my day of SlimFast. I’m sure a bean burrito and two soft tacos was not their idea of a “sensible dinner,” but whatever. Beau and La Petite Belle had gone to Subway, which was a much better choice. Although, the visit ended in Beau asking for the manager’s phone number.
As I headed home, I stopped at a nearby intersection and waited for those waiting to turn left.
A car began to slowly coast into the opposite lane … no lights, no power.
I noticed the older African American (and this part is important when you read Jodie’s post) woman was alone.
At that point, I needed to make a decision.
Should I stop? Or should I just keep going because someone else will stop?
Obviously, I couldn’t do anything to help with her car and my tacos were getting cold.
I don’t even like to pump my own gas.
But, I put my car in reverse and spun around.
I pulled up on the side of her, rolled down my window, and asked if I could do anything or call anyone for her. She politely said that she had called her daughter and she was on her way. Then, she thanked me, and called me sweetie.
But, here’s the kicker …
As I’m talking with this lady, a guy in a truck has pulled up behind me and is intermittently blowing his horn.
So, in between my kind words I’m trying to give to this woman, I’m screaming and motioning to this trucker guy to go around me. Can’t he see I’m trying to be obedient and help someone here?
So, basically I blew it.
Because in my mind, I was not thinking nice things about this guy and really wanted to give him one more motion as he finally pulled around me, while laying on his horn the entire time. Jerk. Oops, there I go again.
Read Jodie’s post. It’s way more enlightening.
Oh I just love you. 🙂 You make me smile. And also, because my primary love language is words of affirmation, you pumped some gas into my love tank with your sweet words about my blog.
I'm so glad you stopped, despite the inconvenience and the jerk-face behind you. I bet he wouldn't be so ticked if it were HIS mom stranded on the side of the road!
You did the right thing. I'm proud of you! 🙂
I don't understand that. If the guy could have just gone around why didn't he do that?
But it's funny how easily we get mad at things like that while driving huh? I do it all the time…
At least you stopped, despite the hornblowing fool. Another example of conflicting emotions, is trying to pleastantly visit with a friend while your kids are being annoying or downright disobedient. You try to smile and engage you friend, while silently giving THE EYE (with some hand motions) to your kids. Not that I would know or anything. :))
I'm sure I would've done the same about the guy and knowing me I wouldn't have stopped, but would've just call the police to come help her. Yes, I'm a chicken and would be afraid to stop at night even for a woman.
That same kind of thing happened to me several years ago, only I hesitated to pull over. I saw a man near a street corner with a "will work for food" sign, which I was very used to seeing in South Texas. I went on through the intersection, but then was so convicted that I should have offered to buy him lunch at the corner Whataburger, that I turned around and went back.
But he was gone.
I believe to this day that was simply an opportunity for me to be obedient, but I hesitated.
Good for you that you didn't.
And it's just like the enemy to get you flustered in the middle of it so all you can think about is what you did wrong. Forget about it. God knows your heart.