As we strolled to Target yesterday, my daughter and I pushed our little package along and enjoyed the gorgeous weather. When we arrived in the back lot, we were privy to an older woman running over a curb and blowing her back tire. We were the only people around.
We stopped to help, intent on possibly changing the tire if we couldn’t get hold of anyone else to do it! I said, “We need a strong guy around for this duty,” as the woman’s 80ish year old husband thought he could do it. We were not comfortable with that solution. My daughter reminded me of my tire-changing prowess. I reminded her that my last tire was at least 20 years ago.
Five minutes into discussing options, a young man ambled over. He wondered what was up, saw us with a baby and stroller, and offered to change the tire. We thanked him profusely and went on our way, happy that this older couple was taken care of, and that our prayer had been answered so swiftly.
I’m thinking of pushing an empty stroller every time I go to Target. “Don’t bother her, she’s got a baby in there!”