We often hear stories of the bad things that happen. Here is a story of a different kind.
After our Father’s Day picnic and hike, we decided to stop and have ice cream. When we tried to start the car, we found the battery was dead. We were 35 miles from home and didn’t know anyone. Worse yet, we were in a place that was surrounded with teenagers both serving the food and eating. What were we going to do?
After looking around to see if there was any kind of automotive shop in close proximity we spotting two in the same shopping center but it was Father’s Day and everything was closed. We talked to our wait person and she checked with the other wait staff and managers but no one had jumper cables. My husband walked up to a group of young men in their late teens and asked them if they might have jumper cables and none of them did but one of them said his friend had them in his car and he was working close by so he called him on his cell.
Well he had just got off work and had the cables in his car so he said he’d be right over. Five minutes later, there he was. He and his friend jumped out of their black jeep and got the cables out of the back. After a bit of maneuvering, we were able to get close enough so they could give us a jump. Walla….2 minutes and the car turned right over. My husband tried to give them $10 but they absolutely refused.
I was watching all of this from inside the car. My job was to start the car when they signaled. I noticed that one of the young men was wearing a shirt with praying hands on it and some verbiage I was not able to read. When they refused to take the money, I told them they would get their reward in heaven and they both gave me a thumbs up. I promised to pray for them and we left.
