I was eating lunch at the dining room table and heard a loud pop. If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you might think this pop was a gun shot like this story from a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t.
As you can see, there was commotion on the street in front of my house. Apparently the driver of the gray car struck the “speed hump ahead” sign and spun around and came to a rest across the street in my neighbor’s yard.
My first reaction was to go out to help. My follow-up thought was… “…but how?” I envisioned going out there, chatting with the guy, then realizing I literally can’t do anything and walking away embarrassed. Because of an embankment and muddy grass, someone would have to tow him out of the yard. He needs a truck. I don’t have one. He needs a tow rope. I don’t have one.
So instead of being a Good Samaritan, my guilty pleasure yesterday was just observing everything that went on. Lord, forgive me! I counted a total of 5 civilians and 1 police officer that came onto the scene to help. Two or three were friends or family of the driver, and one was my neighbor who happened to have a truck and a tow rope. My neighbor, the Good Samaritan.
I concluded that sometimes it’s OK to let someone else be the hero.
-Out of the Wilderness
