By Charlotte Byus
Rob always kept tools in my car, just in case. Did I remember to transfer the nice bag he made for me from one vehicle to the new one? NO. There is your hint about what I am writing about. Take care of yourself. My latest was Sunday morning. I had spent the night with a friend. We spent the day playing in Nacogdoches, then dinner with two other friends. Why drive in the dark when you know you cannot see that well at night? I was heading home, with plenty of time to get ready for church. As I drove out of the driveway, I noticed there must be a problem. My smart dash was trying to tell me something. Three out of four tires were very low and need air. This is one of those items that Rob checked regularly for me, you know – like I made sure the shirt he was putting on did not look like he slept in it.

Please note, I will not be able to write every week but I will try to do better than once every six months. [CB]

I can take care of it. He always spent time trying to educate me about my car. I listened for a while, but then I would take off for something much more interesting. YOU need to not only listen but get your person to let you do what he just showed you. I stopped at the Walmart station and started to look for the air thingy. Found it, but I had to stop and read the instructions with the sun shining in my face. You see, you need to pay for air now. Who knew? It told me to take off all the caps on the stems before I paid for air. All three where on so tight I could not move them even with a paper towel. No tools in the back, so I just sat on the curb and cried for awhile. Did anyone male or female come to assist? NO! This last statement is exactly what this 500-word story is about, be prepared.

After I was finished feeling sorry for myself, I got up and headed into Walmart. Off I go to the tool department, CRAP, I don’t even know where that is! Nice lady in blue vest walks by, “Hello can you tell me where I can find tools?” Nice lady, “Sure, what kind of tools?” I tell myself, “Do not start crying again, swallow your tears.” So, I say, “to fix my tires.” Ok, I found tire gages, then found a pair of pliers in a bag of other tools, so I just took the bag.

Outside again, rip the bag apart and start working on stems. Did anyone stop to say “hey lady do you need help?” You know the answer.

By this time, I am crying again, so I just take off for the auto department in the back of Walmart again. I interrupt a service man and ask for help. This time, I watch very carefully while he tells me what to do and shows me on two tires and I work on the third one.

I am late for church, so I head home.

Hope some of you will learn from my Pollyanna World and take heed.

Have a great week.

[Oct-4-2022]