Mrs. Kimmel kicked at the tire in frustration. Here she was alone on a back road without the know-how to fix a flat—a dangerous situation.
Suddenly a large truck bore down on her. It swept past, shaking the ground, almost blowing her over. «That stupid truck driver thinks he owns the whole road,» she said through clenched teeth. «If I were a cop, I’d throw him in jail and swallow the key.»
That’s when she saw the truck lurch to a stop and begin backing up in her direction—just as fast. A lump of fear rose in Mrs. Kimmel’s throat.
«Evenin’, ma’am,» the driver said with a smile as he jumped down from the cab. «Gotta flat? That’s not good. If you’ll give me the keys to the trunk, I’ll Unload the spare and have you back on the road in no time.»
True to his word, the stranger jacked up the car, removed the flat, and replaced it with the spare. «There you go,» he said after putting the jack away. «No charge. Glad to help.»
For the first time Mrs. Kimmel noticed the man’s arms. They were blistered, as if he’d been terribly sunburned. «Your arms,» she said.
The truck driver smiled. «Oh, this is nothin’. Part of my load exploded just before I drove by. Scared me to death. Kinda burned my arms. I was headed for the hospital when I saw your situation. Guess I’d better get myself to a doctor. See ya!»
We should never be too quick to judge others, because we may not know all the facts behind their actions. But we can always be kind.