Today, the kindness of friends and relatives reminded me of the many kindnesses I've received from strangers as well.

I just wish my car didn't have to break down for this to happen.

Today's car incident happened while travelling on Interstate 64 between my home in Morehead, KY and the city of Lexington. The car itself is in the shop waiting to be diagnosed, but it looks like a belt broke. First, the car wasn't able to accelerate, then the belt sound that we'd been hearing for the last 8 months got louder, and the battery light came on.

Then finally, the power brakes went off as I was pulling the car off the road.

For awhile, I stood outside the car hoping a cop car would come by.

No such luck. Between the state police, city police, county sheriff, university police, and Daniel Boone National Forest police, Cave Run Lake Police, and other agencies, there are at least seven police agencies in the area for a town of 7,000 and I'm likely to be followed by a cop car on just about any trip.

Unfortunately, my abusive father was a cop for 6 years. So, I find being followed by cop cars to be extremely aggravating and anxiety-provoking and felt in my bones that the cops owed it to me to actually help me the one time I needed something from them.

But a half-hour of waiting found no cop cars in sight and the cops will have to pay me back another time.

Fortunately, I went off the road close to an exit with two big convenience stores within a quarter of a mile.  So, I started hoofing my way up toward the ramp.

That's when my nephew the carpenter's assistant and his boss the carpenter/contractor pulled up to offer a hand. They were on their way to a job but were glad to lend me a cell phone and wait while I called AAA.
My nephew even left his cell phone with me for when AAA called back. Not that the cell phone did me much good. It was too advanced for me and I couldn't figure out how to use it.

Back to tech school for me.

A few minutes later, a faculty friend from my university stopped by to offer assistance. Too bad I didn't have a flat. He could have helped me change it. Given that I was just waiting for the tow truck, I had to decline.

Meanwhile another friend was calling my wife and offering assistance.
Everybody was being nice--too nice.  I was afraid somebody would have started a prayer chain for me if I didn't get off the road soon.

Of course, it's good to know that my family, friends, and colleagues are willing to lend assistance when I need it.

But it really isn't just them.

Last year, my car troubles started when another belt broke while I was driving in Lexington. Maybe I should think about driving to Lexington so much.

I was able to pull into a Thornton's convenience store where a couple people offered me phones to call AAA (I really need to carry my phone) and were quite willing to wait for 15-20 minutes to half an hour for me to work things out with the AAA people to have my car towed. I also needed to call my wife to come get me.

The people who worked at Thornton's were super-nice through the whole four or five hour semi-ordeal. They let me park, invited me inside, let me use their personal cell phones, checked on me once in a while and made small talk with me the whole time.

Six o'clock eventually turned to eleven and the tow truck still hadn't arrived.  I think it came in from Ohio.  Another shift of Thornton's employees came in and waited on another wave of customers getting ready for graveyard shifts. There were white people, African-Americans, and Mexicans. One of the Thornton's folks was married to a Mexican guy and she introduced me to her super-cute 2 year old daughter.

As usual, the kid dismissed me as below her standards and started crying, but the human generosity from the mom was real.

And really affecting.

By the time I left that night, I was probably the happiest person in Lexington ecause I knew that I had experienced something extraordinary in the unthinking, routine kindness that everybody had shown to me as a stranger.

It was great and I bored my wife with endless talk about Thornton's all the way home.

Except, it wasn't Thornton's

The next time I broke down in Lexington, I limped into a Speedway where a white guy at the counter guided me to a black guy at the door and asked him to point me in the direction of a motorcycle shop. My temperature light was super-high and I needed to figure out what was going on before making the 65 mile drive back to Morehead. The motorcycle guy turned out to be just as helpful as the other guys and he gave me his full attention even though it was early in the morning and he had tons of stuff to do. After making a minor repair, he sheepishly asked me for $20 and I even more sheepishly gave him $20 when I really felt that I owed him $35 for going out of his way.

There it is, more routine kindness from strangers when I was in need.

To me, that's one of the core values of a multi-cultural nation, kindness toward strangers, and I'm glad that I've so often received it.