Alex and I go out about once a week for dinner. We have been up-town, down-town, lo-town but we can’t help ourselves with certain restaurants. Olive Garden is one of them. We love the OG. Now we have a great reason to go again AND NOT PAY!
Why you ask, well let me just brag on my super-hero hubby a bit.
The other day, ok like a week or so ago, we’re in the South people, (the other day refers to yesterday, two days ago, or a year ago depending), Alex was driving home. As is the case for both of us, 90% of our routes are on quiet country roads. With Cows. Lots of Cows, some horses, and sheep too. Oh and goats as you get closer to our house.
Anyway, where was I?
Right, so Alex was driving home and as he turned onto the busiest road of his drive he noticed a car on the side of the road. Being a former mechanic and a nice guy, he stops to see if it’s something he can help with. It’s not, but then he really steps it up.
He stays with this nice couple, placing his Jeep behind their car with his hazards on, just in case. Its getting to rush hour now and cars whiz by here at around 55 – 60 mph. Calls for a tow truck and says he’ll hang till the truck arrives. Shouldn’t be more than a few minutes because they are dispatching a truck right that minute. (Foreshadowing anyone?)
Fast forward 25 minutes and here I am cruising along home, rocking to Miranda Lambert. I turn the corner, notice the cars and pass carefully. As per usual, I see a green jeep with a brown top I notice the front bumper. Only OH MY GOSH that’s my husband. The emergency lights are on!
“Alex, is everything ok? Do you need me to come back, is anyone hurt?”
“Babe I’m fine, the car in front of me just can’t get gas. I think its mumbojumbo car this and car that but I actual am not listening because all of this is sailing over my head something CAR PARTS … So I called the dealership for them and its no big deal. I’ve called a tow and just advised the woman that I’d stay with her since its getting dark and all. The tow truck should be here soon. See you in a few!”
So I continue on my way. Around 45 minutes later Alex finally gets home because in tow-truck land it takes more than an hour to get to your car when you’re only a few miles away and dispatching a truck RIGHT NOW. He tells me the truck still hadn’t come, but that he was finally urged on his way and he gave his number and info just in case they needed help.
We forget about it. Then the mail arrived yesterday. The lovely couple, whom Alex stopped to help, sent him a card. A card saying they must have been watched over by God that day to send such a nice man to help them and they’d just like to reward kindness with kindness.
Isn’t it nice to pay it forward? We never expected this, but I just had to brag on my honey for a minute! Really makes me feel like things are starting to turn around….Mom, please don’t say I told you so.