Well just got back from my crazy weekend. Left my house in Mt.Pleasant Saturday morning at 3am. Went to Leesburg/Milford, GA to drop off a friends toolbox and pick up another friends 300 Farmall. On the way down my truck developed the dead pedal disease, actually just outside of Chattanooga, but the truck was already pointed south so me and my riding companions(two kids) pressed on. It quit the dead pedal outside of Atlanta and then came back in Leesburg. Stayed with me until the other side of Atlanta and went away again until I got home. Came back after a short rest at the house when I left to take it up to Springfield, Tn to drop the tractor at his house.

Fortunately the good Lord above was watching over us. I am not a very religious man, have not been to church in some 25 years always have somethng going on Sundays, usually working my self to death trying to make ends meet. After dropping off the tractor and helping another friend in Nashville move out an old couch and then move in a new one it was 9:30 and I needed to be getting on with the 1 hour drive home.

Just outside of Columbia I passed a car on the shoulder of the road with the 4 ways going. Usually I drive by, to many wack jobs out there to be worried about anymore. When I went by I saw it was a man and a woman. I got a mile or so down the road and could not get them out of my head in the brisk night air. So my sick truck and I turned around, then pulled up along side. It was a young spanish couple and I asked if they were ok or if they needed a phone.

There english was spotty at best but they asked if I could give them a ride about a mile or so up the road. I told them no problem and they said we have two kids, that's ok this is a kid friendly truck. So the little girl was about three and cute as a button. They also had an infant car seat complete with a real infant. Well all the girls piled in the truck and the husband got in the back. I took them home and found out they had a flat tire and no spare but were happy that I brought them home.

I have had this little stuffed dog in that useless pocket above the radio for the longest time and the little girl found it. I asked her if she wanted it, but don't think she understood and her mom translated. She smiled and went with the little buddy that has become part of the interior of my truck, she was happy though. They said thank you and the husband offered me money, $20 I would have been glad to have but I could not do it. I told them I just came back from Georgia and my truck was broke, sick....no good and God had made sure that I made it home safely, so it was only right to help them get home safely. He offered a time or two more and I denied.

I also saw some houses down in south Georgia in the backwoods that you could not believe anybody actually lived in, but they did. Things like this that I have done, seen this weekend that make you realize that no matter how tight money is or how bad you think you have it there are people out there 100 times worse off than we are....or I am. My wife said I have run myself to death this weekend helping people and "did you eat anything?" my reply was, "yeah this morning outside of Atlanta around 7am".

I'm not trying to hype up what I did to get kudo's or that "feel good" cause I have to thing cause I want something in return. I guess I felt like what would I be thinking standing on the side of the road with my two kids watching cars fly by in the 35-40 degree night air pretty much helpless. I suppose there was a reason I stood there and talked to my buddy until 9:30? Probably a pretty useless post but I just wanted to put that out there.

Shawn

 

One never knows where angels walk.

 

i know any more there are alot of goofballs out there. three months ago i was at the diesel pump in town filling up when this ol' boy about 65 years of age and looked rode hard was filling alittle gas can then started walking down the road from the station. i honked and ask how far he was headed and it was a couple of miles and he didn't mind walking so i loaded him and his gas can up and took him to his car. just seem like the thing to do. in my book god lives in people more than some old building . jmo.

 

Hey dodgeguy were you on 75 south around forsyth around 1100 sat. I was going north and twisted my neck thinking I saw your truck.

 

good deal. they were praying for help, you showed up.

prayers answered

 

Wrglrroper, I may have been just not sure where forsyth is the name sounds familiar. I know 1100 your time would have meant 1000 in my truck so I thinking that would have been south of Atlanta. We got to Leesburg at around 12:30 central time. I guess that would have put me almost in Macon or past Macon?? I had a 16?18? tandem axle trailer behind me.