Last night I walked out of a restaurant after a late dinner, got into my car to go home, and it wouldn’t start. I turned the key again, and nothing. It was dead. In denial, I turned the key again…and the reality set in that something was wrong. With a sigh, I got back out of my car to assess my options when a man that was parked next to me said, “Good thing that I never clean out my trunk because my jumper cables are still in here. Open your hood.”
Open my hood? In the 4 years I that I had the car I have never had a need to open the hood. “I have never opened my hood,” I mumbled.
“You have never opened…? Okay, come here.”
We found the latch and found the battery, and the kind gentleman hooked it up to his car. We stood there, and I became more uncomfortable. He heard me try to start the car, and reacted so fast that he had his jumper cables out before I could walk away. I didn’t ask for his help, and here he was taking over the situation as though it was his own. As we stood there and talked about men stuff I felt resistant and embarrassed. We tried a couple of times and it was close, but the car wouldn’t turn over. In my resistance I said to him, “Listen, I am going to let you go and not take up anymore of your time. I appreciate the effort, but I might have to call a tow.”
“The current might not be getting through the corrosion on your terminals. I don’t have anything to clean those or I would.” He pulled his jumper cables and wished me the best.
I walked back into the restaurant to wash my hands and call a tow. When I walked back out, parked beside my car was a huge RAM truck. Next to that was a gentleman smiling and asked me to pop the hood. I knew how to do it this time. Again, help without request. I almost denied his help because it hadn’t worked before, and I didn’t want to bother anyone else. He didn’t let me speak. He took over and told me that his truck had an oversize battery, and that he was sure that we could get me started. His wife jumped up into the truck like a pro, revved the engine, and my car started the first time. To my surprise, he handed the jumper cables back to the first gentleman, who stayed to make sure that I wasn’t stranded. They both smiled as I thanked them. I didn’t have any money on me to offer, and I don’t think they would have accepted. They were just angels that came out of nowhere.
As I drove home, I wondered at my resistance. We don’t want to be a bother, but these two weren’t having it. We don’t want to be a bother, or we want to pay, or we are determined to pay back. Why do we resist the angels in our lives. We shared a blogger our Facebook page about a young lady that is suffering from Usher’s type 2. That means she is losing her eyes as well as her hearing. She is completely dependent on others for support otherwise she wouldn’t be able to cope. With the support she experiences, she can focus on the positive aspects of her young life. She can’t afford to resist her angels. See her at: Molly Watt : Usher Awareness
So, thank you to my guardian angels last night whoever you are. I didn’t get your names because I was so worried about how I was bothering you, but because of you I got home last night and to my mechanic this morning. You saved me a tow bill, and that you came to my rescue without request, and that was overwhelming. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I promise to be a guardian angel to someone else, and to never resist the help again.