On Jan. 4, late in the afternoon, I had a flat tire at the roundabout in town while on my way to the Jewel in LaGrange. I was on my way to purchase some things for my son Joshua’s send-off party for basic training at Fort Benning, Georgia, as a cavalry scout in the U.S. Army.
I pulled over to the side to begin preparations to repair the flat when I soon discovered, at 68 years of age, I am not as strong as I used to be and was unable to loosen the lug nuts. I struggled for a while, and when I was just about ready to throw in the towel, a car pulled up out of nowhere and the driver asked if I needed help.
When I said yes, he pulled over and went right to work. He loosened the lug nuts, assisted me when he saw me struggling with the jack, pulled off the flat and put on the spare. In other words, he did it all.
All that he would tell me was that his name was Luis. And with that I reached out my hand and gave him a hug. I was on my way again to complete my important mission.
I just wanted to express my heartfelt appreciation to Luis, who took time from his day, his family and his own responsibilities to reach out to a total stranger in need.
He was my “angel” in my time of need, an answer to a prayer from one who firmly believes that God’s blessings are delivered to us through His faithful children among us.
John G. Brokopp