A story of support

I had other plans for this post.

Today changed them.

When I left for the office, I decided to stop at Best Burger for a large Diet Coke.

The light turned green and I was about to cross an intersection to turn into the drive-thru when I heard a horn behind me.

I didn’t know the woman I saw in my rear-view mirror.

Honestly, I thought she was mad at me because she thought I’d sat still for too long when the light changed.

I hadn’t so I chalked it up to a hair trigger on the horn and gave her the “I’m sorry” wave, just in case.

She followed me through the intersection and into the drive-thru.

I started to dig through my memory to see if there was a chance I’d once scorned her.

I took another glance in the mirror, and she pointed.

I knew then.

I waved again, and added a nod, but it was too late.

She was out of the car and at my passenger window.

“I just wanted to tell you your tail light’s out,” she said.

I thanked her and told her to have a good day.

She brightened mine.

She didn’t know me from Adam, and she still went out of her way to try to keep me from a ticket.

I’d planned to write about how important friends’ support is in life, but the truth is people sometimes go out of their way to support others just because it’s good and right.

I don’t know her name, but I’d like to say something to her and to the guy who told me the light was out while we drove side by side the other day.

Thank you both, and my tail light works again.

This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “support.”