This is a true story.
The rain slashed across the highway in thick sheets. Dark. Cold.
She stood beside her broken-down sedan on the road side. She shielded her face from the driving rain hoping someone would stop and pick her up. She didn’t give herself much of a chance. She was a Black woman, on a lonely stretch of two-lane highway in the Alabama countryside. Water puddled around her feet and she pulled her long, drenched coat around her. Hoping.
Then she saw the lights of a car piercing the darkness. As the car approached her the lights grew brighter. The car pulled along side her and slowed to a stop. A white man scooted across his front seat and cranked down the passenger window. “Ma’am, you need to get out of this rain. Would you like me to take you somewhere?”
“Yes, please. That would be so kind.”
“No problem,” he said. “Hop in.”
She seemed to be in a big hurry.
She said she wanted to repay him, but he refused. She did manage to scribble his mailing address on a scrap of paper in the car.
They drove off . He took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a cab in the town.
About a week later a furniture truck pulled up to his house. Two men opened the back of the truck and unloaded a brand new color console TV and set it up in his living room. There was a note attached to the box.
He opened the note that read,
“Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain
drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came
along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s
bedside just before he passed away… God Bless you for helping me and
unselfishly serving others.”
Mrs. Nat King Cole.
Have you met anyone lately in need of some help? Did you stop, or did you pass them by?
Jesus stopped. Will you?
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6 thoughts on “You Never Know”
It’s nice to live in Alabama. Come visit!
Yes, Ma’am. I know. I lived there for 28 years! Montgomery.
Absolutely love Alabama. It is truly Sweet Home Alabama.
Where else would they play Alabama football?
Now, now, you just cut the umbilial cord. I’m not an Alabama fan, but I’ll allow that difference. Come visit my blog I just finished with the Holy Sprit as my guide. Bless you!
I agree, let’s but our differences aside. I just love football, especially in the South. It’s different than in any other part of the country. God bless you. Great blog BTW.
Well you need to hit the “like” button. and I’ll forgive you for liking football. We’ll always be tied together in the Lord. Thank you for being a blessing to me.