Good Samaritan

Sometimes people surprise me.

Sunday afternoon my daughter & I drove into town to pick up some supplies.

Our first stop was the feedstore.

After making our purchases we hopped in the car to go to our next stop.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Clickclickclickclickclickclick. Uh oh.

The cashier who had just checked us out, was in the parking lot getting the mail. She came over & offered to look under the hood & see if it was something simple like a loose wire.

Two of the 'yard guys' came over to see if they could help.

It was generally agreed that the problem was my corroded battery cable connectors. The younger 'yard guy'--who was late teens, early 20's maybe-- brought some tools over & proceeded to clean my connectors.

The other 2 folks went back to their jobs.

'Kyle' cleaned  the connectors & then I tried to start the car.

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick.

Kyle tried a few other tricks with no luck. Then he called his dad, who is a mechanic, to get his advice.

The general consensus was that the connectors were too far gone & the starter was not getting enough power to turn over.

Kyle suggested I buy new connectors (there at the feedstore) & he would install them for me (do you just love this kid?)

I protested (feebly) & then bought the connectors ($4) which Kyle installed for me.

Did I mention that throughout all of this, he continued to load out customers --with a smile-- and then come running back to fix my car?

After the installation of my shiny new connectors, my battery didn't have enough juice to turn over. Kyle was going for the forklift when another customer noticed what we were doing & pulled his truck over to give my car a jumpstart.

After hooking it up & giving it a few minutes to charge it was time...

VroooooomvrooomvrooomVroooomVROOM

WooHooo! Kyle did it!

I thanked him profusely!

I wrote a letter to the store letting them know what a jewel he is.

And my husband & I are planning to pick up a gift card to drop off for him tomorrow.

Do you not  love this kid?

I do.

He was such a blessing to me.

So, the next time you breakdown, I pray the Lord sends you a 'Kyle'.

Blessings.