It was raining when I started home
that night; gusty winds and slashing rain beat down on the car…
…as I drove slowly
down one of the less-traveled roads. Suddenly the steering wheel jerked in my
hands and the car swerved violently to the right.
In the same instant I heard the
dreaded bang of a blowout. I fought the car to a stop on the rain-slick
shoulder of the road and sat there as the enormity of the situation swept over
me. It was impossible for me to change that tire! Utterly impossible!
Because I became afflicted with a
slowly progressive disease of the motor nerves, affecting first my right arm
and leg, and then my other side...In spite of my disease I still drove to and
from work each day, with the aid of special quipment installed in my car.
A thought that a passing motorist
might stop was dismissed at once. Why should anyone?
I knew I wouldn't! Then I remembered
that a short distance up a little side road was a house. I started the engine
and thumped slowly along, keeping well over on the shoulder until I came to the
dirt road, where I turned in …
Lighted windows welcomed me to the house and I pulled into the driveway and
honked the horn.The door opened and a little girl stood there, peering at me.
I rolled down the window and called
out that I had a flat and needed someone to change it for me because I had a
crutch and couldn't do it myself.
She went into the house and a moment
later came out bundled in raincoat and hat, followed by a man who called a
I sat there comfortable and dry, and
felt a bit sorry for the man and the little girl working so hard in the storm.
Well, I would pay them for it.
The rain seemed to be slackening a bit
now, and I rolled down the window all the way to watch. It seemed to me that
they were awfully slow and I was beginning to become impatient.
I heard the clank of metal from the
back of the car and the little girl's voice came clearly to me. "Here's
the jack-handle, Grandpa." She was answered by the murmur of the man's
lower voice …
…and the slow tilting
of the car as it was jacked up. There followed a long interval of noises, jolts
and low conversation from the back of the car, but finally it was done. I felt
the car bump as the jack was removed, and I heard the slam of the trunk lid, ….
… and then they were
standing at my car window. He was an old man, stooped and frail-looking under
his slicker. The little girl was about 8 or 10, I judged, with a merry face and
a wide smile as she looked up at me.
He said, "This is a bad night for
car trouble, but you're all set now."
"Thanks," I said,
"thanks. How much do I owe you?"
He shook his head. "Nothing.
Cynthia told me you were a cripple - on crutches. Glad to be of help. I know
you'd do the same for me. There's no charge, friend."
I held out a five-dollar bill.
"No! I like to pay my way."
He made no effort to take it and the
little girl stepped closer to the window and said quietly, "Grandpa can't see
In the next few frozen seconds the
shame and horror of that moment penetrated, and I was sick with an intensity I
had never felt before. A blind man and a child! Fumbling, feeling with cold,
wet fingers for bolts and tools in the dark ...
….- a darkness that
for him would probably never end until death.They changed a tire for me -
changed it in the rain and wind, with me sitting in snug comfort in the car
with my crutch.
I don't remember how long I sat there
after they said good night and left me, but it was long enough for me to search
deep within myself and find some disturbing traits.
I realized that I was filled to
overflowing with self-pity, selfishness, indifference to the needs of others
and thoughtlessness. I sat there and said a prayer. In humility I prayed for
…. for a greater
understanding, for keener awareness of my shortcomings and for faith to
continue asking in daily prayer for spiritual help to overcome them.
I prayed for blessings upon the blind
man and his granddaughter.
Finally I drove away, shaken in mind,
humbled in spirit.
(Who is handicapped? Something to
ponder upon deeply)
Try not to see only your own handicap
in times of difficulty, because there're so many people who are more needy of
help. Isn't it?
- 24樓. 向陽春2012/01/20 23:22感謝分享！
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台灣蠻多四肢正常的人 比 殘障人士還不如 ,
縮小自我, 凡事感恩 .......阿彌陀佛
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