Monday, February 18, 2013

Exploration Five: Prater Luck

            The driveway had not seemed long from a distance, but as I stood at the end it seemed to stretch forever. I glanced back at my car, hood now popped open (so it would cool off), and then down the road where 309 was three driveways away, but home was 8 miles away, I shook my head and hesitantly made my way to the front door. 

            Growing up I had seen and been with my dad on such walks to a stranger’s door. This now proved two things: Prater luck with cars was hereditary and the walk of automotive fail was less scary with someone beside you. Having finally reached the front door, I gave it a hard knock that left my knuckles aching, Within moments a woman answered.

            “I’m going to have to let you go,” she said as she hanged the phone on the person at the other end. She looked me over for a minute before I realized I needed to speak.

            “Umm…sorry to bother but my car broke down, and I am an oddball twenty-one year old without a phone…I mean I have one, but no time on it; just a mobile phonebook now. Uhhh…Anyways, may I use your phone?” The whole time I kept my eyes to the ground. This was a strain on nerves to no end, and mixed with the heat and humidity and the long ride from McGuffy I felt as if I was about to pass out.

The woman looked a little concern, either by letting me use her phone or by a stranger in general, but allowed me to use her phone. Luck would have it though that my dad did not answer his cell. I thanked the woman, and turned to walk back towards my car to either wait for my dad (who I had told which roads I would be taking just in case) or to start the long walk into town.

            “No you don’t. It’s too hot. We’ll give your dad another shot in a few minutes, but for now you are coming in to drink some water! What kind of a nurse would I be to let a person sit in this weather?” She moved aside, and allowed me into the air conditioned house.

            For the next 45 minutes the woman (whose name I have forgotten) and I carried on a conversation about our collective bad luck with cars, this horrible Summer heat, and how I should not have left my dad’s house without a bottle of water. In that short amount of time, my faith in humanity was restored as a stranger was kind enough to help me out instead of turning me away.


  1. I really enjoyed your post. I think that it was written very well. Also, one of my previous posts for class was about the decline in events such as this and it was nice to read a post that relates and provides the other side of the story.

  2. That's so nice that she allowed you to stay. Most people wouldn't even open the door to someone they didn't know.

  3. Its good to hear that there are still good kind people out there, willing to help others.

  4. This is a very nice story, broken cars seem to be a theme in this exploration. The story is also rather well composed compared to some of the others I have read.

  5. You wrote your story so well that I felt like I was reading a book, not a story. Anyway, that is pretty awesome that a stranger let you into her house and helped you out. I had a similar experience so I know how grateful you were for that woman.

  6. It's good to know that there are nice people out there.

  7. I know what you mean about being nerves about walking up to a strangers house because you don't know who is going to anwser the door, good thing she wasn't like most people and slam the door in your face.