It's Wednesday night. For me that's hockey night. I go play pick-up hockey every Wednesday night in Jamestown (a town 35 minutes north of here). No big deal. Normal Wednesday right?
So when I left my house, my phone was at 36%. I always call my friend Wheeze on the way to hockey to chat, so I figured I was good to go. So I leave for hockey and do just that. I'm talking to Wheeze and driving along when things start wobbling funny. I pull over literally ON the state line.
Flat tire. Crap. OK. No problem. My dad taught me to change a tire when I was a boy. I can do this. I find all the gear I need and set to work. Since it's the front passenger side and I"m in the middle of nowhere I have to occasionally use the flashlight app on my phone as I do this. Soon a guy pulls into the turn around and puts his headlights on my work. Nice.
HOWEVER.....I soon realize that my four-way flashers have drained my battery (probably bad battery). So after I change the tire, I go to start the car and it's dead.
No problem. I'll just call AAA. (I didn't want to call Marjorie because it was 8:30 and all the boys were in bed when I left the house). So I call AAA and as I do I realize I now only have 8% battery on my phone. Literally in the middle of my call for help, my phone dies.
So to recap.....I'm in the middle of nowhere. My car is dead. My battery is dead.
I stop to think things through for awhile and realize I need to flag someone down for help. I then also realize that my coat is black. My jeans are dark blue. My long sleeve T-shirt is dark blue. My normal T-shirt is dark grey. So I want people to see me....and everything I"m wearing is dark....in the middle of the night. Awesome.
So I'm standing outside looking up at the stars (which were gorgeous because I was in middle of nowhere, it was dark, and it was clear).....I started talking out loud to God. "OK God. I have to flag someone down. In this day and age that's not gonna be easy, even in day light. You need to send someone that's gonna help"
Then I started my sociological experiment. How many cars will pass by without stopping for a guy dressed all in black (and a looking a bit rough around the edges) in the middle of nowhere at night?
Answer? 19. Sort of.
Most cars saw me. Hit their brakes...then kept going. One car even almost came to a complete stop....then sped up and left.
Finally I saw a car drive past, hit their brakes and go to turn around to come back. BUT just as that happened a Sheriff's car pulled in. So the other car just slowed down and then drove on. (Thank you whoever you were)
Now on to the Sheriff......
HIM:"How you doing tonight sir?"
ME:"Well I've had better nights."
HIM: "what seems to be the problem?"
ME: (I explain everything I already told you)
HIM: So you just need a jump? Cause I have cables.
Me: That would be awesome. Thank you so much.
HIM: Aaron right?
Me: Yes......um.....
HIM: (he introduces himself....I don't want to use his name here without his permission) HOWEVER.......we were in boy scouts together 25 years ago.
So the guy that came to my rescue....is someone I knew ages ago. How CRAZY is that? So when I tell God that he has to send someone to stop for me.....he sends an old friend. Seriously? Tell me that's random chance. Tell me that all of that happened for no reason and it was just coincidence. NO DANG WAY!