My last post was about me taking myself out to breakfast before I headed off for my weekly shop. This week Pete decided to take me out to breakfast – before I headed off for my weakly shop. A Breakfast Date.
On the way into town I passed a broken down car on the side of the road. After passing by I decided they were two ladies and I would turn around and see if they were okay. They were not. They had run out of petrol, and while gone to fill their jerry-can, their car had been vandalised. They couldn’t start it, they had big clumps of cement thrown in to break the windows and a few electrics had been messed around with.
I was about to phone the police for them when Pete pulled up behind us. (We were going to our date in separate cars LOL). With mobile range a bit dicey I drove to the police station while Pete tried to get the car going for them. No go.
We stayed with the ladies till the police arrived as they were a bit non-plussed as to what to do. Pete took one of them home while the other reported to the police and we proceeded to our breakfast date.
It made me think though – we were the only ones who stopped. It was a busy time for that road – lots of people going to work, or school. And no-one stopped or slowed down until me. I guess it made me wonder why people didn’t stop – and though you wonder if there could have been reluctance in people’s hearts to get involved I do believe that generally we don’t have time. Pete and I had the morning in front of us, we had time to spare – which doesn’t happen that often.
Is my life so full that I have no margin, no flexibility to help someone in need. Though I hope not, I am afraid that often it is. Sure, not this time, but what about today or tomorrow? Do I have time to step aside and help people?