Often times (too often) in life, we only hear the negative (news, Facebook updates, etc.)...so I wanted to take a minute to share the positive. I truly believe that sharing is contagious, so whether you share good, or bad...that energy spreads like wildfire. People often ask me how it is that I'm so happy all the time, and a lot of the time they're surprised by my answer. You see, it's not that I don't have my days of doom & gloom, of course I do. I'm human just like you. But I guess the difference is...on those days...I keep to myself & wait patiently for the sun to appear again. I've learned a long time ago that, "if you can't say something nice...don't say anything at all" (-Bambi & my Mama), so quiet is what I am! Ha Ha. If you don't hear from me, chances are...my day sucked just as bad as yours....I just didn't tell 20,000 people & put a huge cloud over their day too! LOL! So...if you're having a bad day...just sit quietly & wait for the storm to pass, and trust me when I tell you...it always does. Always.
Here's what happened on our journey home from California.
It all began 2 days before 4th of July, when I flew in to CA, to meet up with Bobby & drive home with him with our new jet ski's. You see...we spend 24-7 together (I know. I know. But we're still Newlyweds...give us some time! LOL!), so we don't like to travel apart, and never do unless we have to. As we were all packed for our CA road trip, to pick up our brand new toys...my Mama called me with the news that my Uncle (her Brother) was in the hospital in MO...in critical condition, & that she was on her way to go see him. Without hesitating I told her I was going too & Bobby would have to go to CA & make that drive alone. As much as that broke my heart...of course he understood that I had to be there for my Uncle, Aunt, & of course my Mama. So...off we went. On our last day in MO...B called me & told me he had a surprise waiting for me at home. Dragging in around 1am...I see my "surprise" on the counter. It's a plane ticket to fly to CA in the morning & drive back home with him! As tired as I was & as much as i did not want to be in the car any longer...of course...I was ecstatic! So...off I went...again!
We spent the night together & woke up bright & early to continue our long journey home (about 22 hours). On our way, singing as loud as we could...we see a piece of tire fly up & weren't sure if it was from our truck/trailer...or something that was already in the road. We pull over to check it out, and sure enough...it was one of the tires from our jet ski trailer. The sides were as bald as a baby's butt & it was beginning to rain, & we still had a long way to go! And since we just got it...no spare. We googled the nearest service station & it was over 50 miles away & was already technically closed. Remember...it's the day before the 4th & about 6 pm at this time. So...B's plan was to see if we could drop the ski's somewhere, take the tire off, & take it to the station...if he could find it in his heart to stay open a little longer for us. With the ski's off...we could drive a lot faster & get there asap!
The kind man on the other end of the line said, "no problem"...he'd wait for us. So...we pulled off the next exit we saw, which turned out to be complete ghost town! Nothing but an old abandoned bar & gas station. Neither of which were open. Here's where this story gets good.
Out of absolutely no where...an older man appears & asks if we need help. Bobby asked if he happened to have a jack (which Bobby always has, but of course...not this time), so we can remove the bald tire & get to the body shop in time. He walks slowly to his trunk & sure enough...a jack. He helps Bobby remove the tire & we explain our situation to him. You see...the tire is off now, but we still need a jack to put the new one back on...once we drive over a hour to get it. The kind man says, "don't worry...I'll wait here until you get back." We told him it'll be at least an hour, maybe 2 & he said he didn't mind at all. Wow. We couldn't believe an absolute stranger would do such a thing & of course....we told him we would absolutely...make it worth his while.
We take off & head straight to the service station. An hour later we arrive. The man gives us a new tire & we are on our way. Another hour back...the sweet man is waiting in his car. TWO hours he waited. Not only did he wait...he helped Bobby put the new tire on, & we couldn't thank him enough. We handed him his "reward" & he almost passed out...literally. With tears in his eyes, he said there's no way on earth he could take this. We told him he didn't have a choice & we appreciated him more than he knew. He told us he was a veteran & now he could really celebrate his Independence Day. With tears streaming down my cheeks (come on...you guys know me by now)...we both shook his hand & thanked him, again & again.
The craziest part of this story, & the biggest mystery is...who was this Man...and where did he come from. We didn't see him arrive, & even though he had a car...we never saw him leave.
I don't know about you, but I absolutely, 100% believe in Angels & I wouldn't be surprised at all...if this particular one's...name was Armando & he fought for our country...many years ago.
The moral of this story is...there truly is...beauty & goodness all around you.
My Mama always said..."If you look for the bad in this world, you'll be sure to find it; but if you look for the good...you'll find that instead."
If you ever have a chance to help someone, please make sure you do. You see one day, some day...it'll be you.
There really are..."Angels Among Us".
Look closely though...they don't always have wings.