By Leah Williams
The new year is here, and along with the turn of the calendar page comes the promise of a new beginning. What lies ahead in the next 12 months is uncertain, but the hope that something better is around the corner.
The older I get the more desperate I seem to want that fresh start. If this were a video game and it was a level I had already beaten, I would press start and select at the same time so I can get back to the beginning without having to dip into my extra lives.
But life is not a 2-D scroller game. It very much has third dimensional problems and the damsel in distress has to save herself. I think my favorite meme that I saw in year end posts asks “Do you know what 2019 had? The audacity!”
Life is tough, and we are not promised a good one here on earth. But there is something that happened that I would like to share with you, dear readers.
I was delivering papers last week and trying to get back into town before a high school board meeting. I do not usually like to take the interstate in short bursts because I have a fear of breaking down along the side of the road. I’d much rather fix a flat or need a boost along a state road.
But time was of the essence, just like other aspects of this job, so my son and I hopped on 64 for what seemed like the longest 10 miles ever. I am not sure when exactly but the dash started to light up like a Christmas tree in a front room. I was able to limp it along until the exit ramp at Nashville before partially taking up the ramp and Route 27.
It was not my first time on the side of the road, and it is likely not to be my last. I dialed roadside assistance but was on hold for nearly 10 minutes before there was a tap on my passenger’s side window.
We were greeted by Nashville police officer Jon Stambaugh. He directed traffic and pushed my car so that it was not in the middle of the road. He was kind and talked to us about some of the ministries at his church. After my car was towed, he also gave us a ride to McDonald’s and took us home.
I want to thank the people who helped us and helped make something that could have ruined the day a little bit better. You see the blurbs in the police blotter every week about motorist assists but what remains unsaid is the dispatched assistance during that time of need. My friend Deanna posted on Facebook a couple days after my ordeal about a couple traveling from Texas to Ohio for Christmas. Their car had a flat, and there was no spare tire. Deanna’s husband Paul works as a sheriff’s deputy and he was dispatched to the scene.
Because there were seven people in the car, getting a ride away from the scene proved difficult. Plus traveling with children presents its own challenges. Paul offered to take the family to Walmart to fulfill the bathroom requests.
We don’t always expect human decency and not every day can be great, but when when someone can go above and beyond the call of duty to help those in need, well that can mean the most. There is no feeling better in the world than someone doing something nice for you and knowing that they didn’t have to.
What I would like to do with this weekly space is to dedicate it to the wins that we all need, the news that may not always makes headlines but deserves some acknowledgment. What I would like to do is share some things with you that I’ve read or have experienced. I want to also hear from you. Not to sound too much like a Rufus song, but tell something good. Email your stories to firstname.lastname@example.org.
There is good in the world. We just need to find it. Please help me share it.