Today has been quite a day, the kind that leaves you both tired and thoughtful.
I went on a journey that was supposed to last about four hours. Everything started smoothly. The road was calm, the weather wasn’t bad, and the driver seemed experienced. I had even planned how I would rest once I arrived. But as we all know, sometimes plans don’t go as expected.
Somewhere along the way, the car began to make a strange noise. At first, the driver ignored it, hoping it would stop. But within minutes, he had to pull over because the sound got louder. We were in a remote village, a place where getting a mechanic wasn’t going to be easy. My heart sank. This wasn’t part of the plan.
But just as we were trying to figure out what to do, we noticed an elderly man sitting quietly in front of a nearby house. The driver approached him, and surprisingly, the man offered to help. Though he looked frail, his hands worked with experience and calmness. It took a while, but he did something to the car that seemed to ease the problem.
Now, here's the part that moved me the most, while we were parked there, several other drivers passed by, and one after the other, they slowed down to ask if everything was alright. Some even came out of their vehicles to inspect or offer tools, they were just fellow drivers, strangers even. Yet the way they showed concern touched me deeply.
It wasn’t the first time I had noticed this. In fact, I’ve seen it happen during other trips too. Anytime a vehicle breaks down on the road, there’s always at least one or two drivers who stop to check on the situation. I used to think maybe it was just coincidence, or maybe they had something to gain. But today, after watching so many of them stop, people with their own journeys and passengers. I realized that it’s something more. It’s brotherhood, it’s care, it’s love in action, even when no one is watching.
We ended up staying almost an hour in that village before the car was finally fixed. By the time we got back on the road, I was already exhausted. My body ached from sitting too long, the heat had drained me, and my plans were completely off track. But in the middle of all that stress, I felt a quiet sense of gratitude, not just because we continued the journey, but because I had witnessed something rare, people genuinely showing up for one another.
Eventually, we arrived at our destination, safe and sound. Tired? Yes. Frustrated? A bit. But also filled with a kind of peace that comes when you’ve seen goodness, even in the most unexpected places.
At the end of it all, I may have been tired and stressed, but I saw love and kindness in ways I didn’t expect. I'm truly grateful to God for journey mercies and for the people who still care. It’s moments like this that remind us love still lives here, no matter how little
