Clickclickclickclickclick. Clickclickclickclick.

Yeah. That was the sound my car made when I tried to start it Tuesday night.


Fortunately,  I was parked outside of really big liquor store so there was no danger of running out of refreshments. Unfortunately, Husband was out of town. At least he was in the country though, even in the same time zone. When the snake was on the stairs he was in China and no help whatsoever.

I called him. He laughed when I told him where I was and said it sounded like the battery.

“Let me call you back in a few minutes.”

While he was pondering my situation, I started scrolling through my contacts to see who I could call. Thing is, I just didn’t want to bother anyone, even though everyone (myself included) says they don’t mind.

Here’s a story:

A few years ago (when Husband was once again out of town) I drove myself to the emergency room at 3 a.m. I had been vomiting and in terrible pain for hours and it just wouldn’t go away. After  the doctor gave me something blissful in an IV,  he wanted to know who I could call to take me home when I was ready to leave. I told him I’d drive myself. He demurred saying that I’d couldn’t drive myself. I told him that if he walked up to the roof of the hospital he could see my house. It’s literally a 2-minute drive. He didn’t push it and neither did. But a few hours later I drove myself home.

After hearing my story, several friends chastised me for not calling. But honestly,who are you going to bother at 3 a.m. when you’re perfectly capable of driving for 2 minutes.

Back to the liquor store. Husband called and we decided that I’d just go in the store and ask for a jump. Then I’d drive to AutoZone and have them put in a new battery.

I walked in and caught the check-out clerk’s eye.

“I was wondering if anyone here could give me a jump? My battery’s dead.”

A man who was checking out grabbed his bottles and said I can, no problem.

And in 15 minutes I was on my way.

I tried to pay him for his time and he refused.

“No,” he said. “Friends help each other out.”

I thanked him, of course. And I hope I can repay the favor some day. He had a really pretty green Camaro convertible. If you see it, give him a wave.


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9 responses to “Clickclickclickclickclick. Clickclickclickclick.

  1. there is magic in the kindness of strangers… although i hear it’s not a good play to rely on it! i pay for auto service (AAA). but they didn’t take me to the emergency room when i had heart trouble – drove myself. (sigh)

  2. That’s a good story, Cindy, and a good way of looking at things: “Friends help each other out.” I like that.

  3. Do you see that? And I thought humanity was doomed.

    If a friend called you at 3 :00 a.m. from the hospital and asked for a favor, you’d jump into action, right? So don’t be reluctant to do it yourself.

  4. Julie

    Bible says it’s better to give than receive. It’s also easier, isn’t it. But this-here friend could use some points in heaven, so next time you’re feeling needy I sure do wish you’d call me. It would make my day. . .or night.

  5. Niece Whit

    Mom is up @ 3a.m. call her anytime! 🙂

  6. DF–I had AAA for years and never used it. Have to admit that I was sorry for letting it lapse the other night.
    Susie–It is a good story. The man was really nice.
    UB–You’re right. I would.
    Julie–Oh don’t worry. You’re on my list.
    Whit–I’m sure she’ll be glad to know you’re volunteering her to drive 40 miles in the middle of the night. 🙂

  7. The UB is dead on. You’d do it in a heartbeat–and so would your friends. How can your loved ones ever do you a kindness if you won’t ever allow the opportunity? That’s what friends are for. 🙂

  8. The kindness of strangers is good for the soul. And so it goes round.
    The kindness of friends isn’t bad either 🙂

  9. I’m so glad this story didn’t end with an axe and a shovel. Not that it would, but you know.

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