It all
started after my girlfriend and I spent more than a week combing through a 12-state
area. We learned there were slim pickings regarding much of a travel-laden,
extended Memorial Day weekend. Due to COVID-19
shutting down nearly all attractions, both indoors and out, we had whittled
down our plans to Kansas City.
Even then,
we were forced to choose among limited time slots offered online at the zoo. Similar choices existed for Sea Life Aquarium
at Crown Center. There were a good
number of hiking options, but the latest forecasts showed heavy rain for nearly
all four days! So, it was down to
staying much closer to home with three or four Friday hikes.
But in the
famous words of a Robert Frost poem, “The best-laid plans of mice and men often
go astray.” And Friday’s hiking extravaganza
never quite materialized.
We arrived
at Pickle Springs Natural Area at 9:35 a.m.
I unknowingly passed the first small parking area of the 77-mile drive,
and turned into the adjacent one.
Luckily, it was a lot larger and deeper because within 20 feet of entering
that lot and attempting to turn right into a parking space, my car briefly
sputtered and died. I tried to restart
it. But even though it more than sputtered,
the car did everything but turn over.
Since I
just had a new battery installed within the last two months, I knew it wasn’t
that. But after paging through the
200-page-plus owner’s manual, we had no idea why this vehicle, with just over
45,000 miles, decided to shut down.
At that
time, Pickle Springs was set to be our first of four or five scheduled stops
for the day. There was just one other
car and it was on the first lot. Within
a half hour, a half dozen more cars arrived.
I asked just about everyone if they could perhaps observe one of my
attempts of starting the car and help diagnose the problem. But everyone refused to even listen.
That was
both before and after we called a company to try and arrange a tow of the car
to a service station somewhere close to Farmington. We were told that tow truck drivers could try
to jump start and tow vehicles, and could request to diagnose the problem, but could
not guarantee it. We were also told there were probably no places open in Farmington
that could actually fix my car during this Memorial Day weekend.
Also, a tow
truck driver could try and jumpstart my car, but if we drove it again, it could
have died out again around there or even on the highway. In addition to having to be towed again, that
could be extremely dangerous.
The kicker
was that it was company policy merely to tow the vehicle, but not take any
passengers due to the fairly recent corona virus. So, we went back and forth with that company.
Meanwhile,
I spoke to the owner of my long-time service station, whose shop is a couple
miles from my house and 90 miles from here.
He said to bring my car there, as they were open until 5 p.m.
But there
was one other problem. How would we get
back to that location? We were wondering
how much it would cost for an Uber to pick us up and drive us that far or if we
even knew anyone we could call who would be willing to drive down there to pick
us up.
In the
interim, I approached several people among another 10 cars that pulled into the
two parking lots. Finally, a young man
and his wife, plus their two young children not only listened to my car, but
showed sympathy throughout the episode.
Ironically, they lived just a mile on the other side of the same service
station.
That’s when
our guardian angel stepped in. We
received a call from a man at an area tow truck company who said that, even
with the COVID-19 scare, he would let us ride in his truck and take us back
with the towed vehicle to our St. Louis area station. He said that helping
others any way he could was his personal mantra.
While we
rode in the vehicle, we learned a great deal about the driver. The first thing was that, he didn’t expect to
be in the business very long, but once again, he enjoyed going the extra mile
(no pun intended) to help others. In the
drive of some 90-100 minutes, he gave several details of that lifestyle in both
his personal and professional life.
The driver
described his personal life of being born in Florida from a broken home and
living in a foster home at the age of 11.
That’s when his father had passed away, but not before he taught and
indoctrinated into his son the value of hard work and helping others. Ironically, I was wearing a shirt this day
that had Florida cities and attractions all over it!
Although he
was putting in countless hours and miles sometimes driving people as much as a
couple hundred miles or more, he started his own physical location business
recently. It’s also in a field that helps others.
Our driver
said the part he likes least about being in business is dealing with money
matters. He said he hates money! He also mentioned how, in his view, it’s
strange how so many young people nowadays don’t possess a very good work ethic. On that note, he described a very low-key
manual labor position that paid $36/hour for a 40-hour job, but all the company
found was one young man who lasted just two days.
While all
these stories unraveled and all three of us spoke about various aspects of
today’s world, I mentioned he was like our Clarence, the guardian angel from
“It’s a Wonderful Life.”
The driver
just laughed and reiterated, “If I can help people, I will. That’s the most important thing.”
As the
driver pulled out of the service station parking lot in the St. Louis area, I
noticed a large ‘In God We Trust’ sticker on the back of the truck window. When he turned onto the main street, we waved
goodbye. The honking of the truck horn
could easily have been mistaken for the sound of bells. This driver definitely earned his wings with
us!