In mid-February I took my classic 1969 Pontiac GTO out for a ride. Unfortunately, I broke down about a half-mile from my home with an ignition system failure. I was at the intersection of Carmel and Sharon View roads – right next to The Reformed Theological Seminary.
I called for a tow truck. As it was a Sunday at 5 p.m., I was told it would be quite a while before one with a flatbed would arrive. There were other pickups scheduled ahead of me, so the tow truck didn’t arrive until 8.
Within those three hours, more than 20 people stopped to ask if I needed help, a ride or a phone. Two young men in a pickup truck with auto mechanic experience looked under the hood and crawled under the car. A young man attending seminary came out to see if I wanted any help. About an hour later, one of the pastors came out as well.
I had so many offers, I kept myself busy thanking folks while I waited for my tow truck.
I actually stopped counting how many folks stopped to see if they could help me. This experience was not what I would ever have expected in this day and age. I thank everyone who stopped. You have revived my faith in my fellow men and women.