I frantically began to call my husband because he was not understanding my miming motions. After talking, I found out she had not called roadside assistance. So, I fumble with my driver's license and dial the number on the back so that I can retell the situation who really might be able to help. Meanwhile, Luke leaves again to tend to this shaken up woman (who is still NOT talking to HIM but on the phone). I, on the other hand, am going crazy with what I should do if a car cannot break in time and hits us.
Finally, a man drives up behind me with a red flashing light on the roof of his truck. I assume this is roadside assistance, but it is not. However, before I know this, all I can tell is that I am the one blocking the help from the helpless. There is enough room for me to probably drive my car up beside the stalled out car, so my mind is frantically weighing this option out. Luke is still MIA. I must make the decision on my own, so I climb over into the driver's seat. I am about to drive up beside the woman when the truck guy stops at MY window and asks ME if I needed help. "YES!" I wanted to scream at him. "Get me my husband because I don't know what the heck I am doing and that woman will be just fine sitting her car!!" My mind says this, but my mouth say, "no, my husband is right there," and I point to Luke standing cold in the rain 10 feet away from me.
The real help arrives about 3-5 minutes later. The policemen attends to the woman in the car, positions his car to block all 4 lanes of traffic for us to get out of the HOV lane, and Luke finally returns to the car. As we drive away, my anger is building. I do not ask myself why I am really angry. I do not ask myself what Luke might feel like, drenched to the bone. I simply feel the heat inside me, spreading its venomous flames through my body.
While my good Samaritan husband stood in the rain, I worried over myself. Shame soon followed the heat of my anger. Here I always thought I was the more patient one especially when it can to the road. That day, however, God humbled me. It was a very small thing, but it worked wonders. The stalled woman, no doubt, needed someone there to feel reassured after her ordeal. I only needed to place my trust in God that we would be taken care of.
As 2010 comes to a close, I will not let differences get the better of me. Whether they are real or imagined. I will close out 2010 with a laugh, for it has been a splendid year full of smiles, hugs, tears, love and grace.