Guest guest Posted June 7, 2004 Report Share Posted June 7, 2004 Flat ==== The tire was flat. Church was just letting out as I stood in the street and looked at my mother’s tire; it was flat. It was 90 degrees as the sun beamed down. A small cigarette lighter powered air pump labored away trying to raise the flattened tire. I told my mother to take my Jeep and go home, and I would take care of the tire. I listened as air hissed out as fast as the pump put it in. I found the hole and backed the car up so the hole was on the bottom. The weight of the car stopped the leak and allowed the tire to fill. With the tire full but leaking, I pulled off. I didn’t know of any gas stations with mechanics in the neighborhood, but I figured I could drive until I found one. I stayed off the expressway in case the tire went flat. After ten minutes of driving, I found nothing open on a Sunday afternoon. I pulled into a gas station to pump up the nearly flat tire again. As the pump was pumping, there was one man pumping gas. “Do you know where I can get a tire plugged around here?” I asked. “There’s a place right there,” he said pointing. “Right where?” I asked, wondering where the place could be since he was pointing to the street and direction that I had just driven from. “It’s next to the liquor store, it’s on the right but you have to look hard to see it.” “Are they open now on Sunday?” I asked. “Yes, they’re open,” he replied. I thanked him and set out to find the repair shop. I was somewhat skeptical that I could have passed a tire repair shop while desperately looking for a tire repair shop. I passed the liquor store and there on the right, down a gravel road was a tire repair shop. Men covered in black grease were hard at work. They were a welcome sight as the air continually hissed from the tire. In ten minutes, I was on my way. It was a MountainWings Moment. Why? It reminded me so much of life. We are often deflated, the essence of life slowly leaking out and each time we pump up it isn’t long before we’re flat again. We are straining, crying, praying, hoping, pleading for the answer and often we pass right by the answer. Life is slowly leaking out towards the flatline and we pass right by because we don’t see the road, the place or the men on the right. I could not find it on my own; I had to seek the answer from someone who knew, from someone familiar with the territory. When I did hear the answer, I was doubtful that I could have missed it because it was so close. I measured it; it was 750 feet from where I asked the question, but I couldn’t see from where I was standing. Someone had to point the way. Your answer is also closer than you think. It’s on the right side. Some of you will have to bypass the liquor store to get to it. When you get there they will be waiting to help you. They will be waiting to help you stop the leak. They will be waiting to fill you with breath. And they will be open on Sunday. ~A MountainWings Original~ Click for Spoken Version > http://www.voicewings.com/4159.wma Other Spoken Issues > http://www.voicewings.com Send to a friend > http://www.mountainwings.com/sendspoken.html Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 7, 2004 Report Share Posted June 7, 2004 Leaking! De Faith is the ability to not panic. -----Original Message-----From: elwilkinson@... Sent: Monday, June 07, 2004 10:12 AMTo: HCVFriends ; HepatitisCSupportGroupForDummies ; hepcsupportgrp@...Subject: a little story Flat ==== The tire was flat. Church was just letting out as I stood in the street and looked at my mother’s tire; it was flat. It was 90 degrees as the sun beamed down. A small cigarette lighter powered air pump labored away trying to raise the flattened tire. I told my mother to take my Jeep and go home, and I would take care of the tire. I listened as air hissed out as fast as the pump put it in. I found the hole and backed the car up so the hole was on the bottom. The weight of the car stopped the leak and allowed the tire to fill. With the tire full but leaking, I pulled off. I didn’t know of any gas stations with mechanics in the neighborhood, but I figured I could drive until I found one. I stayed off the expressway in case the tire went flat. After ten minutes of driving, I found nothing open on a Sunday afternoon. I pulled into a gas station to pump up the nearly flat tire again. As the pump was pumping, there was one man pumping gas. “Do you know where I can get a tire plugged around here?” I asked. “There’s a place right there,” he said pointing. “Right where?” I asked, wondering where the place could be since he was pointing to the street and direction that I had just driven from. “It’s next to the liquor store, it’s on the right but you have to look hard to see it.” “Are they open now on Sunday?” I asked. “Yes, they’re open,” he replied. I thanked him and set out to find the repair shop. I was somewhat skeptical that I could have passed a tire repair shop while desperately looking for a tire repair shop. I passed the liquor store and there on the right, down a gravel road was a tire repair shop. Men covered in black grease were hard at work. They were a welcome sight as the air continually hissed from the tire. In ten minutes, I was on my way. It was a MountainWings Moment. Why? It reminded me so much of life. We are often deflated, the essence of life slowly leaking out and each time we pump up it isn’t long before we’re flat again. We are straining, crying, praying, hoping, pleading for the answer and often we pass right by the answer. Life is slowly leaking out towards the flatline and we pass right by because we don’t see the road, the place or the men on the right. I could not find it on my own; I had to seek the answer from someone who knew, from someone familiar with the territory. When I did hear the answer, I was doubtful that I could have missed it because it was so close. I measured it; it was 750 feet from where I asked the question, but I couldn’t see from where I was standing. Someone had to point the way. Your answer is also closer than you think. It’s on the right side. Some of you will have to bypass the liquor store to get to it. When you get there they will be waiting to help you. They will be waiting to help you stop the leak. They will be waiting to fill you with breath. And they will be open on Sunday. ~A MountainWings Original~ Click for Spoken Version > http://www.voicewings.com/4159.wma Other Spoken Issues > http://www.voicewings.com Send to a friend > http://www.mountainwings.com/sendspoken.html Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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