I stopped at the gas station to put a few dollars in my car tank, I mean a few bucks used to get the tank half full, but, that’s a whole other story for another day….. As I started my car and got ready to leave, I looked over to the pump next to me, it was a Ford Mustang convertible that was having issues starting. The young guy must have been about 17 or 18 years old, he says “ma’am, I hate to bother you, and if you are busy I understand, but, would you mind jumping my car?” My response was this “I have the southern accent, but, I don’t have cables (as I’m saying this, he pulls out jumper cables) & I live in the country , but, I don’t even have a clue where the latch is on the hood of my car, I can pop it ( and proceeding to, and then he opens my hood so easily), I’m really just a city girl married to a country guy.” He laughs, and hooks the cables up.
Although, we couldn’t get his motor to turn over, I felt SO bad for this kid. This was my random act of kindness though, I drove by this gas station another three times to make sure he was okay.
Y’all see, I was vested in this kid because he reminded me of my little brother, Brock, or I call him Bubby. He has had many Mustangs, still does have one, & I’ve had the phone call of “Sissy, I need your help…” Of course, I went flying to him, that is my baby brother, I would do anything for him, well, within reason….LOL!
So- I began to worry about this random kid, I had to remind myself he was not Bubby. Brock taught me about the band called “My Chemical Romance” and I am going to let y’all listen to probably my fave song from this band!
That was my random act of kindness, I wasn’t able to get this kid’s Mustang going, but, I sure tried.
Talk to y’all soon!