ROAD TRIP

Yup. That idea of I-am-my-brothers-keeper/lend-a-hand-when-you-can has fallen by the wayside in the past couple of decades. It used to be "commonplace" as you've said. In times of crisis (bad storms, etc) people tend to be a bit more "neighborly". Maybe all the downturns in this country (and the world) will reawaken that forgotten concept.

I attest to the fact that Eagle Flys is willing to do anything to help a fellow human in need. I'm glad you're back home and had a safe trip.

Bless you Eagles Flys. You are a good & kind spirit...I have had highway angels visit me when I have been broken down along the road. :)

I help out when I can, even if it's something as simple as holding a door open for someone.

I stop to help people all the time.

Usually when they are in a vehicle that has broken down they are inside with doors locked, windows rolled up and flashing me a cell phone saying i'm ok.

Guess they are afraid someone is going to stop and attack them or something.

This is what I think is the week point for New Age teachings...That is the reason I left. I have always believed that spiritual growth comes from giving. And taking away the importance from one's self in the service to others. By making yourself less you more your self more.

Ooooops! Sorry let me correct that last line.

By making yourself less you make your self more.

Excellent Written Truth Eagle Flys.

Over 20 years ago, on my way to pan for gold, I
noticed an older car sitting on the side of road
with two older folks in front and two young teenagers
in back seat, in 100^ high desert heat.

I stopped to ask if everything was ok. The old man
stated that he had just picked up his grandkids so
they could spend a few weeks with him at his home
in Seattle, but his car broke down. He thought his
alternator had gone out.

I was driving an old International PU and had room
for only one, and invited him to ride with me to
the nearest town (50 miles away) to find an alternator
for him. During the drive we engaged in polite conversation
but due to the deafness in my right ear, I missed a great
deal of his conversation, but noted that he was a very
good-natured old soul...particularly under the stressing
circumstances.

Town #1 did not have his alternator, so we continued on
20 mi to town #2, which DID have one. As we drove here
and there, I decided it was a good opportunity to try
and find a 'sluice bottle' and a different 'pan' for
my new hobby. To no avail.

I drove him back to his car and installed his alternator
with the tools I ALWAYS carry with me, as I have broken
down a 'time or two' and have learned to 'be prepared'
for most anything. The old man asked for my PO Box so
he could send a 'thank-you' note. They were all so
appreciative.

Two weeks later I received a package at the postoffice.
The 'package' included 3 gold pans of different size,
1 sluice bottle, and a 'Book of Poems.' I was 'blown away.'

The 'Book of Poems' was authored by a Mike Byron.
I browsed the poetry then flipped to the back...
Inside the back cover was a new hand written dedication..
"There are two most wonderful, unique people on this earth,
and one of them is YOU." Thank-you for giving up your
day, to MAKE our day. We will NEVER forget.
Love, Mike Byron

He was a published poet. Very colorful, heartwrenching poems
in his book. I'm sure I certainly missed out on some teriffic conversation on our trek, due to my deafness.

"One just never knows when they stop to lend a hand."

Thanks, again, Eagle Flys. I've shared this with very few,
but think of it often. seesaw



"A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity;
an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty."