29 April 2009

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."


  1. Good advice! Hope your feet aren't too sore :)

    By the way, you have won a book over at my place :)

  2. Good memory! Sorry for the initial bad luck but I'm glad it picked back up a bit.

  3. Anonymous4:52 am

    Ahhhh..and the value of an elders experience.

  4. Oh my, I'll bet your're glad you were having bales delivered. You're dad gave you good advice. I will remember it also. Hope the truck is feeling better.


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