Home from the movie...barely. Car overheated on a dark route. Made it to Northside in Clinton by 11:15. Nearest service station closes at 11:00. Had the hood up after pulling into a church parking lot. Five minutes of assessing and getting ready to walk when a vehicle pulls in with lights shining on me. Out jumps somebodies mother or grandmother. You okay, do you need something? I told her that my car overheated. She said she lived in a subdivision right across the street and would bring my car some water.
She drove off and disappeared into a wooded area. Another vehicle pulls up and a big guy rolls down his window and asks to help me. (It is here I will point out he was an African American because of recent events I want to stress there are great people helping strangers of any race.) I tell him the situation and we decide that the water is all I will need. As he drives off, the first car drives back up and my rescuer has brought a green flower water jug.
I pour it all in and my radiator absorbs it. Not enough. We walk around the church and look for a faucet. This woman doesnt know me and is walking in the shadows of a building with a stranger to help him/me. We cant find a faucet so she volunteers to go get more and off she goes. The air is humid again and she takes no time in getting back with not only the green flower waterer, but a huge cooler. We fill the radiator and she offers to follow me home. She refuses to take money or the green flower waterer back. God blesses me continuously. When driving past the wooded area where she had disappeared I realized it was the Gore residence. Mr Gore is known for his statues and his art, but now I know Mrs. Gore for her courage and heart.
A journey for a restless soul.
