The other day I had to slow down for a big SUV that was stuck in a ditch on the side of the road. I decided to stop and help them. They were a middle-aged man and woman in a Toyota Land Cruiser with its two passenger-side tires deep in mud.
I walked over and found out they didn’t know how to put it into four-wheel-drive and neither did I, when I got behind the wheel, even after I looked it up in the owner’s manual. I prayed to God that we would be able to get that thing back on the road but it was to no avail. The truck was stuck.
I told them I would call a towing company and when I was on the phone with the woman of the towing company, the man rocked that Toyota and got it out of there. “I don’t need you anymore,” I told the woman on the phone, and she wished me “Happy Holidays!” I hate that, and almost corrected her, but I’ve been raised to be much too polite. I think we should all say, “Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!” instead of the cheap “Happy Holidays!” but that’s beside the point.
As they drove off, I waved to the couple, and the man waved back.
Then, I felt bad that I didn’t help them, much. But I did. I prayed for them, and that’s the best thing that we can do. I want to say we should not underestimate the power of prayer because it’s often better than our careless words and insensitive actions.
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!
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