She hurried to the pharmacy to get medication, got back to her car and found that in her haste she had locked her keys inside. The woman found a coat hanger left on the ground. She looked at it and said, “I don’t know how to use this.” She bowed her head and asked God to send her some help.
Within 5 minutes a noisy motorcycle pulled up, driven by a bearded man who was wearing leathers and a biker skull rag. He got off of his cycle and asked if she needed help.
She said: “Yes, my daughter is sick. I’ve locked my keys in my car. I must get home. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?”
He said, “Sure.”
He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was open.
She hugged the man and through tears said, “Thank You SO Much! You are a very nice man.”
The man replied, “Lady, I am NOT a nice man. I just got out of PRISON yesterday; I was in prison for car theft.”
The woman hugged the man again sobbing, “Oh, thank you, God! You even sent me a Professional!”
(Note: the above story was sent to me via e-mail. I edited it but cannot claim it as my own. Original source is unknown.)
Re-elect Sheriff Armondo Fontes
Former county executive Charles Lewis Moore announces for mayor
Rob Mathis seeks second term as Cocke County Trustee
Since I’m low on ideas for prattlings this week I thought I’d skate along by reprising a post from an old blog about the last time we took a really-truly vacation. That was 2011, when Marie and I went on our NASCAR pilgrimage to Charlotte Motor Speedway. This has been an annual trip for many years, but this year we added a twist.
Normally we just take a long weekend and pop over to North Carolina and back. While there we take in a race, visit some race shops and see some sights. We live just 12 miles from the Tennessee/North Carolina border and the drive to Salisbury (where we stay with relatives) is only about 3 hours – if we drive straight through, which we rarely do.
This time we decided to go to North Carolina by way of Alabama and Georgia so we could visit with my twin-brother-by-another-mother and his wife. We took an entire week (an historic event in itself), took our time and enjoyed the journey. Read the rest of this entry »
You’ve heard the saying “It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.” and you probably recognize that it refers to a slowly increasing load or burden that eventually crushes the one carrying it, but have you ever given the saying much thought? Have you ever considered whether it applies to you? Or perhaps you’ve been through an experience that could be described by this prophetic witticism. Our modern society is very good at pushing the idea that if you’re not flitting around like a hummingbird, involved in everything, and severely stressed by it all; you’re not normal. I say if that’s normal, strive for abnormality!