Today as I was doing some things around the house I realized I needed a few things to finish the task at hand. Where we live, most things you need are 30 miles away. So, I mentioned this to my wife who said she needed a few things and wanted to make a quick trip of it. we were planning on being back to take the kids for an afternoon swim. Here it is after 10pm and we have been home for less than an hour.
We loaded everyone up (car seats too) in the truck and we were off. We were just starting up the hill into Santa Fe when I passed a truck on the side of the road going rather slow. I looked at my wife and she gave the assent to pull over. As I was slowing down, I realized that I knew the driver. It was Chris, an older brother to some of the kids in my wife's science class. He was having some trouble with his fuel pump and the fuel line heating up (being too close to the engine). I really didnt have much to do. He started þe trucked and began rolling. I waved and was off. As I merged onto the highway, I looked back and saw him stopped again with the hood up. I pulled off again.
We had four kids in the truck on a hot day. they did not have a lot of fun but my 9yr old had Harry Potter 6, my 6 yr old had Charlie and the chocolate Factory he was racing through and we had a few other picture books for the younger ones.
I helped Chris rig up a heat shield for the fuel line and said I would follow him up the hill. He went racing up the hill and then stutered to a stop after about 4 miles. I pulled up behind him again. He is a level headed kid and much smarter than me about cars (not saying much but he is a smart kid). We worked with the fuel line trying several things, none of which worked very well. We then reconnected the old fuel pump and tried that. It was a mechanical pump turn by thre crank shaft. He said it needed priming so we towed him a little waise without getting the engine to crank over. He finally figured out the issue and I helped him piece together the fuel lines and clamp them up. I towed him again and he started right up. I stopped at the top of the hill we disconnected and went our separate ways. We had spent about 2 1/2 hours with him.
Some years ago, long before I met my wife, I was with a group of friends returning home from an evening on the town in SLC. On the way home, one of the girls in the car spotted a car on the side of the road and suggested we pull over and help. Was that you Cami? There were four of us guys (suburbans are great for lots of friends) and we figured we could help with anything needed. The guy was my parents neighbor, alone with a small baby on a very cold night. He had borrowed a car and gotten a flat. It was new to him and could not find the spare. The baby was screaming and he was without solution, accept prayer. He said he had just gotten up off his knees when we stopped. The flat took less than 10 minutes and the baby was calmed. Todd was on the road again and back to his family.
A couple months ago, just as I was starting home from work, I saw a car off the road. I stopped and was greated by a woman, whom I had never met, in tears wondering how to change a flat. She had already called someone for help but they were not nearby. She was over joyed and when she heard my name, she knew it means "gift from God", she was over joyed. As I got out spare and jack three more people stopped to help, then another. I was touched to learn that there are kind people who stop.