Covered
I really should of wrote about this yesterday, because I had so many profound things to say that just all seem to be a blur today. Don’t you hate when that happens, it’s like you’re going to tell his awesome story then all of a sudden your brain spasms or something.
Any who…
I made the trip back to Miami yesterday for the 7th Annual Florida Entertainment Summit. Yay, #FESummit. No way when I got up that morning and packed up my things did I think I was setting out for an adventure. Well, I guess I should’ve known something wasn’t right when I didn’t wake up in my own bed and still had yet to pack when I knew dang well I would be away from my closet for 7 days or more.
But, I just kept on with the flow of the day, looked at the itinerary for #FESummit events tried to be a responsible packer rather than a crammer trying to take my entire closet. It really just boils down to the shoes, I want to take all of my shoes, I don’t have that one universal pair. Whatever, so I’m driving running all my errands before I get on the highway let’s say I left my apartment at 10:15am, I didn’t get on my way to Miami until 1:30pm which really sucks when you think I have to do another 2 hours of driving just to get to Miami!
Make a long adventure short, I get a flat tire in my cousin’s car. Never happened to me before I always see people stopped on the side of the road with a flat and I say a silent prayer for them and then an out loud dramatic one for myself;
“Lord I don’t know what I’d do if that was me, thank JESUS it’s not me LAWD, but be with them, because I know I would’ve lost my mind!!!!”
I know you’re thinking it, she lost her mind. Not sure how I managed to not lose my mind but I was actually calm. Called my cousin, asked about her spare and her jack, put on the emergency lights and got down to it. I’m jackin’ up the car getting ready to get down and dirty and then I realize if I do this the wrong way it may be worse for me! I still don’t panic but I decide to phone a friend maybe she can youtube it for me. She did one better though, hooked me up with the number for the Florida road rangers and said they’d come and do the heavy lifting for me. Now, mind you out of the corner of my eye I see a truck pulled over and the driver walking towards me.
I’ve seen enough scary movies so I’m like do I make this conversation longer or do I continue to go about jackin’ up this car and ignore his approach? He finally gets close enough to the car to where I can kind of make out what he looks like and I’m thinking:
“Lawd you would make a flat tire bring me a man!”
Don’t judge me, it was the Single Girl Blues in me and from a far he seemed to be attractive not to mention in my head he was coming to save me! He got a little closer and I realized he was an older gentleman so I let go of the idea that he may be the future boo, again don’t judge me it’s been 24 years of me being the ‘single friend’!
He wasn’t scary and he got right down to taking off the flat tire and attempting to replace it with the spare, which proved difficult, we later realized that the spare was too small. I was ready to give up and say I’ll just wait for the alligators to come and get me, I mean I was still a good hour away from home on the infamous ‘Alligator Alley’. No quitter am I though so I quickly pushed the notion aside and asked if he thought maybe I could get someone to come out and repair the tire on site? This is when he definitely became my hero rolling the tire across the alley to the next exit!
He risked his life for me. So, I’m sitting in the car looking to the road to see if he made it back safely. Lazily panting my pinky pink testing out a new nail polish color when another truck pulls up beside me. My gaurdian angel man made friends at the Micousokee* gas station and they gave him a ride back to my car with my repaired tire!
He didn’t ask for any kind of money, he’s a truck driver and would be leaving for California the next day for a 50 hour drive so I couldn’t even take him to lunch to say thank you. You know what he said to me?
“Today for you, tomorrow for me.”
More people need to think like that, in 2-hours time he was the only person to stop or even slow down to assist me. Really have to pay things like this forward. I know with all that is in me that God sent that man to come to my assistance, I probably would’ve given up on myself in 2-hours but he didn’t, he purchased the fix a flat gifted me with the kit and even gave me some grapes off of his truck. Which he didn’t even expect me to drive him to. He wanted nothing of me and even after driving across the country anxious to get home he gave me all of him in service.
I gave him my number but I really wished that I took his. Hopefully he calls so that I can thank him properly. Good people exist out there and I’m praying that I can be so good to another person.
Well that’s all for now, until next time I’ll just be naturally me!
♥CheCh3
P.S.
Being alone on the alley and having to fix my own flat for those first 20m-inutes (possibly exaggerated) made me really aware that I was single and had no man friend to call and help me out with the situation. I tried calling Mr. Wright on my sister’s suggestion and a day later he hasn’t called back to see why I called. Guess that situation is finally dead and over. I could have called my client but how would that have looked?
Luckily for some reason I can only attribute to God, I didn’t travel in my house clothes, and actually got dressed to take this trip. Praise be to God for this not happening on a day when I looked a hot-mess. My mom and my sister are always admonishing me for not taking ‘pride’ in my appearance. I’ve been known to take road trips in my night clothes or with curlers in my hair. When my sister called and asked how I was looking out on the side of the alley, I was proud to announce that ‘baby girl’ was looking mighty fine!
