Last Sunday, I got a phone call from my Cousin and she said that my Uncle was stranded on Oklahoma. His foot was swollen and he wasn’t able to drive back from a family reunion he was attending. She wanted to know if me or my wife could drive her up there and she would drive his car back.
I guess the devil was in my ear, but I didn’t really want to help, part of me wanted to push it off on my wife, but I changed clothes and went to pick up my Cousin so we could get my Uncle back home.
We drove to Clayton, Oklahoma and it was such a beautiful God-given day. We got a chance to talk and visit with each other. When we got there my Uncle had a flat tire on his car. Now, I’m really glad I went on this trip so I could not only get Allen back but I could change the tire on the car. I’m sure Allen’s brother and my wife could have changed the tire, but it wasn’t a problem for me to get the donut out of the car and change it.
I’m not trying to brag, but I think I had that tire changed in about 10 minutes or less. I followed them back and we took the Talihena drive back it was so beautiful and majestic. I’m really glad I didn’t listen to the devil and shirk this task off to my wife. I’m glad I went and lent a helping hand. I felt so good on the way back knowing I helped someone that needed me. I felt good for a couple of days.
The intent of this article is not to brag, but to remind you to help others out when given the opportunity. It was a special day for me and I made sure I didn’t forget how to change a tire.
Carry the Load 