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Ever feel kinda Flat? : )
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DD    Posted 06-07-2004 at 07:55:51       [Reply]  [No Email]

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.


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~

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