This past weekend, our van broke down in the middle of traffic—a moment of stress that turned into something beautiful. My husband and I were overwhelmed, stranded under the hot sun. I flagged down a police officer, later learning his name was Officer Hope. Without hesitation, he and another officer pushed our van to safety and stayed to check on us, offering water and comfort.
But the kindness didn’t stop there. Strangers stopped to help—offering rides, food, and support. A gentleman from Glenwood church, a technician from Brewbaker Motor, a patient tow truck driver, and Angie, who drove us home—each person reminded us of the goodness that still exists in the world.
It wasn’t just a breakdown; it was a breakthrough—a reminder that God places the right people in our path. We may have lost mobility that day, but we gained something far greater: hope, gratitude, and the power of community.
