Last summer I was driving home from the gym. A few miles before my house, I saw this white car on the side of the road with its hazards flashing. Nothing out of the ordinary – a car on the side of the road, broke down. As I got closer, I saw a young mom holding her two year old across her body in her arms. Her daughter looked to be about four. Well, I immediately pulled over and backed up to them. I got out, drenched, with my ankle brace still on my leg. She probably wondered what I wanted.
The little two year old boy was sleeping, without a shirt, in her arms, spread across her chest, and his little head was soaked with sweat. All of them were flush from the heat. I said, “ma’am is there anything I can do to help?”
“No thank you, we are fine.” That’s all she said.
That was hardly an answer. It was more to the tone, “please leave.” I didn’t want to make her feel uneasy. I didn’t get within twenty feet of her, but it was the babies that concerned me. I asked her how long she had been out there.
“About two hours, but someone is coming to pick us up.”
“Two hours! Has anyone stopped to help you?”
“No, but my husband is off work now and he is coming.”
I said, “Well the store is just a few miles up the road, I can go and get y’all something to drink at least.”
“No, it’s okay. Someone is coming and will be here soon.”
“Okay” I say, “well take care.” And I left.
The young mother didn’t know what to expect from a stranger. She didn’t trust me and I can’t say that I blame her with all that goes on in the world. She was doing the right thing, which is a dang shame.