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.
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