The value of good shoes

This morning, I got in the truck and headed off to work.

About fifteen minutes down the highway, the truck sputtered and stopped.

The truck would not start again.

The truck was smoking and sizzling.

I looked for my cell phone.

I could not locate my cell phone.

I sipped my coffee.

I looked for my cell phone again.

I sighed.

I picked up my things and climbed out of the truck.

I walked.

I kept walking.

I realized that "about fifteen minutes down the highway" is a lot further than it sounds.

A truck with straw bales on the back drove by.

I remembered that straw bales were being delivered to our house this morning.

I waved.

The truck stopped.

I got a ride the rest of the way home.



I have decided that my father was right when he said "always wear good walking shoes, because you just never know."