Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Argument

On my way to work the other day, a car in front of me pulled over to the side of the road.

I drove on past.

Then this voice said: You need to go back and check.

I replied: No.

Voice: There's a turn around right there

Me: No.

Voice: It could be a little lady like your mom.

Me: And it could be a mean person. NO.

Voice: And would I let you get hurt?

Me: No, I'm running late for work.

Voice: Bossman is a good man. He will understand.

By this time I am about 6 miles down the road, having made a turn and halfway to work. I realize that the
Voice is not. going. to. stop.

So I turn around.

Voice is laughing I am sure.

I thought I remembered where this car was and thought, whew, it's gone.


There it was, at the last bridge.

And it was NOT a grandma, or a young girl.

It was a tall young man.

He was the assistant manager to McDonalds and have been visiting his mom the night before and was on his way to work from her house when he had a flat tire. He wasn't even sure exactly where he was to the the tow truck. But with my help the tow truck found him and I was off to work.

I should know by now that I NEVER, EVER, win when the Voice talks.

Hugs my friends!


Chatty Crone said...

What a sweet and wonderful thing you did - you are a courageous woman! Those little voices are important.


Belle said...

Joyce Meyer says it is God tempting us to be good. It is nice you listened!

gayle said...

It was very sweet of you to turn around it could have been a little old lady!

How's Michael?

TexWisGirl said...

oh, i've been there, too! the nagging worries about 'bad' people! ugh! glad you went back or it would have bothered you ALL DAY!