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Memorial Day
was a gorgeous hot day with just enough breeze to make is an
exceptionally beautiful day. So the day would have been
relaxing and perfect aside from one event. I was driving my
husband's truck going to an auction, when suddenly the
speedometer quit working. That was troublesome enough but there
was suddenly a high pitched sound and the truck started a low
vibration. Deciding not to venture any further from Tulsa, I
exited the turnpike and headed back toward town. After visiting
quite a few antique shops I decided to call it a day. Now the
truck was even louder and starting to bog a bit.
Well, to
make a long story short, after the problem progressed, the
vehicle finally came to a stop in Sand Springs at the 81st
exit. One I stopped at the stop sign, there were no gears left
to pull the truck off the road. Within moments someone stopped
and helped me by pushing the truck out of the intersection. It
was obvious- the transmission was shot. No surprise, the truck
had its engine replaced at around 30,000 miles after spending
weeks in the shop. Despite being new, this little truck has had
more repairs than our 20-year-old truck did. All I wanted to
do is make it to Keystone Chevrolet, but I didn't quite make it.
There were two police cars working a minor fender bender and
they kept a watchful eye. After the tow truck had taken care of
those vehicles, an officer came by to check on me and
apologizing for not being sooner, but explaining that he had to
stay with the wreck. After seeing that I was doing all right,
he took off.
I have all
the emergency equipment necessary, a cell phone and a AAA card.
I called my husband first and explained the situation and
requested he come get me. I then called AAA for a tow truck. I
sat down to wait. The breeze made it pleasant, sitting under
the underpass, with the roar of the vehicles zipping by above.
I was thankful to not have children with me.
Then a
couple in a nice van stopped to see if I needed assistance. Then
a woman with two children strapped in car seats stopped to check
on me. Then another couple stopped and a single woman stopped.
Many of these people had to go out of their way and turn around
just to offer assistance. Finally, within 30 minutes, my
husband and the tow truck arrived. Rescued at last.
I still
cannot believe how many people actually stopped to offer
assistance and of those, how many were women. I sat there as
people were stopping and I remembered this was the number one
reason that I love Oklahoma, it’s the people! |
